Autumn

Autumn

“…how I feel autumn’s ache.” Virginia Woolf – from a letter to Violet Dickinson, September, 1907. Étienne-Jules Marey – Flight of a Heron, 1882.
Autumn

Autumn

“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins,...
Heartache

Heartache

“Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of Banners that passes through my life And you decide...
Dreams

Dreams

“The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you....