Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Rose Shadows





"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."


Ernest Dowson

Solitude




"In the end, after all 
 All that anybody really needs 
 Are paintings and songs..."


Unknown

Saturday, February 22, 2014

TTD: A Love Poem Beneth Trees










*Photos Studio 8mm / Edited by Studio 8mm and me

"Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather. 

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather."


William Shakespeare

Friday, February 14, 2014

MySpot: Stories Would Be Told in Sepia




*Photos by Mihai

"When two people are under the influence of the most violent, 
most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, 
they are required to swear that 
they will remain in that excited, abnormal, 
and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part."


George Bernard Shaw

Guide Well




"Only to children children sing, 
Only to youth will spring be spring."


Ralph Waldo Emerson

Asters










"I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, 
delicate soft green, 
delicate violet (...)."


Vincent van Gogh

TTD: Love is Like the Sun Coming Out of the Clouds and Warming Your Soul












*Photos Studio 8mm / Edited by me

"You and I, 
it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven 
and sent down to earth together, 
to see if we know what we were taught."


Boris Pasternak

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Cats and Dogs





"Dogs come when they are called;
cats take a message and get back to you."
 
 
Mary Bly

MySpot: Bright in the Afternoon








*Ph of me/ Dreamboy
 
"The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad,
like the season,
 and infinite in wealth and depth of tone,
but never hustled."
 
 
Henry Adams