night bus to the afterlife
Denburn Rd/Aberdeen
Pentax K-1+ Voigtländer Ultron 40mm f/2 SL II Aspherical
night bus to the afterlife
Denburn Rd/Aberdeen
Pentax K-1+ Voigtländer Ultron 40mm f/2 SL II Aspherical
Donmouth/Aberdeen. Photo taken from the morning bus on the way to work. I love my new camera… :)
Pentax K-1+ Voigtländer Ultron 40mm f/2 SL II Aspherical
91st day of the year
Pentax K-1+ Voigtländer Ultron 40mm f/2 SL II Aspherical
You know how we’ve grown
Love without your every time.
Well everyone needs a right time
When I see the pictures of every life and the day they die,
It’s your image burnt into my mind
And again I’d find
That it’s worth the..
Why my love has that is right our time.
Our love comes back in the middle of the night…
James Blake/ (Late Night Tales: Ólafur Arnalds) – Our Love Comes Back
Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.
Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:
if I slow down, he slows;
if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.
Everything dark and doorless,
only my steps aware of me,
I turning and turning among these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and rises and says when he sees me : nobody.
— Octavio Paz
Pentax K-1,
Voigtlander 40mm f/2 Ultron SL II,
Voigtlander Color-Skopar 20mm f/3.5 SL II Aspherical
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Robert Burns, 1789
ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗʳʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ
The longest day at last bends down to evening…
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.
Taylor Caldwell
You know how we’ve grown
Love without your every time.
Well everyone needs a right time
When I see the pictures of every life and the day they die,
It’s your image burnt into my mind
And again I’d find
That it’s worth the..
Why my love has that is right our time.
Our love comes back in the middle of the night
Our love comes back in the middle of the night
Our love comes back in the middle of the night
ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴮˡᵃᵏᵉ ⁽ᴸᵃᵗᵉ ᴺᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵀᵃˡᵉˢ˒ᴼ́ˡᵃᶠᵘʳ ᴬʳᶰᵃˡᵈˢ⁾ – ᴼᵘʳ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᴮᵃᶜᵏ
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.