Godfrey
somewhat colored
Yes, it's my 70th today. I've made it through the horrors of my 69th year, and I feel good. 😀
Not A Door #2 - Santa Clara 2024
Leica IIIc + Color-Skopar 35mm f/2.5, green filter
Ilford Delta 400
― Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
Be well! Laugh! Run and play! Onwards ... G
Not A Door #2 - Santa Clara 2024
Leica IIIc + Color-Skopar 35mm f/2.5, green filter
Ilford Delta 400
“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
Be well! Laugh! Run and play! Onwards ... G
