me on web – The Photographic World of Tom Wasilewski

15/01/2021 / 0 Comments

The Siege

They were taken captive by surprise
It was an unseen enemy
They had to stay inside
It was everywhere
Unseen

Siege

…

At night we sit with our fears
Afraid to sleep
Not sure what the morning will bring

Siege

Barbara R Maxwell

17/06/2020 / 0 Comments

Focus On The Infinity Of The Sky

I like this misty look carved out of a drop of rain in the morning fog. Silver plated on curbs and ship’s ropes around. Covers with a white satin curtain a summer that never came. Summer. Summer. Summer. It doesn’t sink into my shoes. It doesn’t wet my pants’ bottoms. It doesn’t collect the dust of the road into the tight knitting of the t-shirt fabric. Everything is different than previously, different than before. Enjoy the rain.

13/05/2020 / 0 Comments

Portrait Of An Honest Man

Our Mayor is a highly respected, responsible and honest person. Alternatively, he could simply be certified by someone else, but everyone knows all about his honesty. This is an example of a typical, honest person who buys from an antiques merchant. You can always ask your constable on Sunday after church.

27/04/2020 / 1 Comment

Tarantula

this virus is like a tarantula

19/04/2020 / 0 Comments

in umbra

“I love you, little maid,”
Said the Sunbeam to the Shade,
As all day long she shrank away before him;
But at twilight, ere he died,
She was weeping at his side;
And he felt her tresses softly trailing o’er him.

John. B. Tabb

26/03/2017 / 0 Comments

Very late light

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

22/03/2017 / 2 Comments

The Street

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

01/03/2017 / 0 Comments

Burns

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

09/02/2017 / 2 Comments

(almost) perfect storm

…it was a short trip from Nigg Bay to Greyhope Bay in stormy evening of February 7, 2017 …
I think that I probably never get used to these dates with “two” in the beginning …
How it would sound beautifully: 7 February, Anno Domini 1917 .. .
Rain and wind …