They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
from ‘Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam’ by Ernest Dowson
Pure whimsy, compliments of my gig with Urban Cottage, a local vintage shop with a knack for creating readymade still lifes in their shop displays.
This is my favorite kind of image – something mundane turned mesmerizing through the lens and the mind’s eye. It has all kinds of beautiful suggestion and also works on a totally abstract level. I keep thinking that it looks like amber in a re-animated, liquid form. And I imagine all those imprioned insects stretching and wriggling their legs after so many petrified eons…
sunshine on the water (looks so lovely, sunshine almost always gets me high)