Patagonia
Patagonia by Kate Clanchy
I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured
a peninsula, wide enough
for a couple of ladderback chairs
to wobble on at high tide. I thought
of us in breathless cold, facing
a horizon as round as a coin, looped
in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls
from sea to sun. I planned to wait
till the waves had bored themselves
to sleep, till the last clinging barnacles,
growing worried in the hush, had
paddled off in tiny coracles, till
those restless birds, your actor’s hands,
had dropped slack into your lap,
until you’d turned, at last, to me.
When I spoke of Patagonia, I meant
skies all empty aching blue. I meant
years. I meant all of them with you.
May 2012 be kinder to all.
Starry Starry Night
You took me by the hand. We ran through meadows and meadows under a sky littered with the brightest stars. Tufts of grass tickled our toes as we embraced a night so young. Tasting frosty wisps of cloud, we laughed as though the world did not owe us a living.
I believed I loved you.
Hair is an incredible stop motion series by Marc Laroche. Definitely make sure to check out the rest of them in his photostream.
Well-coiffed, bouffant locks of hair only exist for this. Desaturated, to texturize and emote. Brilliant.
Painters on the Brooklyn Bridge Suspender Cables-October 7, 1914. Now that’s perilous work.
How life hangs on for these precariously perched individuals. Great use of leading lines, angle and depth of field.
University of Melbourne
Is this even a school? It looks more like a sleepy city square leading to a place so wonderful, I can’t even…
That, I am going to find out in 1.5 years time.
