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The architecture of this new building, what I assumed was going to be a hotel, was very different than everything else on Caye Caulker.
Camera: Diana+ camera using Rollei Retro 100 B&W film, developed in Rodinal 1:50
News: I will be showing photos the month of February at Aurora Coffee in Virginia Highlands in Atlanta. The show is called 'Belize through a plastic lens'. Here's a view of the card: front, back.
The 2008 Photoblog Awards are underway.
Song of the day: "I Don't Mind" by Jesse Harris
Poem of the day:
"I
TO come so soon to this imagined dark—
More velvet-deep than any midnight park!
Palaces hem me in, with blind black walls;
The water is hushed for a voice that never calls.
My gondolier sways silently over his oar.
II
At St. Blaise, à la Zuecca! Oh, my dear,
Laugh your gentle laughter! This old land,
From Provence to Paris—never fear—
All the heart can feel will understand.
A small town, a white town,
A town for you and me—
With a Café Glacier in the square,
And schooners at the quay;
And the terrasse of a small hotel
That looks upon the sea!
There gay sounds and sweet sounds
And sounds of peace come through:
The cook sings in the kitchen,
The pink-foot ring-doves coo,
And Julien brings the Pernods
That are bad for me and you.
At St. Blaise, à la Zuecca! Oh, my dear,
Laugh your gentle laughter! This old land,
From Provence to Paris—never fear—
All the heart can fed will understand.
III
Waves lap the beach, pines stretch to meet the sea;
A pale light on the horizon lingers and shines,
That might shine round the Graal: and we
Stand very silent, underneath the pines.
O swift expresses for the spirit’s flight!
Sometimes the moon is like a maid I know,
Looking roguishly back, and flying forward—so
I follow, flashing after. Blessed night!
IV
Do you remember, have you been these ways,
Dreaming or waking, after sunny days;
Sailed, in a moment, to imagined lands—
With one to love you, holding both your hands—
To old hot countries where the warm grape clings,
And an old, musical language strikes the ear
Like a caress, most exquisite to hear—
Your soul the voyager and your heart her wings?"
- Douglas Goldring, "Voyages"
Posted on 26 January, 2008 (19)
Camera: Diana+ camera using Rollei Retro 100 B&W film, developed in Rodinal 1:50
News: I will be showing photos the month of February at Aurora Coffee in Virginia Highlands in Atlanta. The show is called 'Belize through a plastic lens'. Here's a view of the card: front, back.
The 2008 Photoblog Awards are underway.
Song of the day: "I Don't Mind" by Jesse Harris
Poem of the day:
"I
TO come so soon to this imagined dark—
More velvet-deep than any midnight park!
Palaces hem me in, with blind black walls;
The water is hushed for a voice that never calls.
My gondolier sways silently over his oar.
II
At St. Blaise, à la Zuecca! Oh, my dear,
Laugh your gentle laughter! This old land,
From Provence to Paris—never fear—
All the heart can feel will understand.
A small town, a white town,
A town for you and me—
With a Café Glacier in the square,
And schooners at the quay;
And the terrasse of a small hotel
That looks upon the sea!
There gay sounds and sweet sounds
And sounds of peace come through:
The cook sings in the kitchen,
The pink-foot ring-doves coo,
And Julien brings the Pernods
That are bad for me and you.
At St. Blaise, à la Zuecca! Oh, my dear,
Laugh your gentle laughter! This old land,
From Provence to Paris—never fear—
All the heart can fed will understand.
III
Waves lap the beach, pines stretch to meet the sea;
A pale light on the horizon lingers and shines,
That might shine round the Graal: and we
Stand very silent, underneath the pines.
O swift expresses for the spirit’s flight!
Sometimes the moon is like a maid I know,
Looking roguishly back, and flying forward—so
I follow, flashing after. Blessed night!
IV
Do you remember, have you been these ways,
Dreaming or waking, after sunny days;
Sailed, in a moment, to imagined lands—
With one to love you, holding both your hands—
To old hot countries where the warm grape clings,
And an old, musical language strikes the ear
Like a caress, most exquisite to hear—
Your soul the voyager and your heart her wings?"
- Douglas Goldring, "Voyages"
Posted on 26 January, 2008 (19)