04 Friday May 2012
Posted in Photography, Reflections, Relationships, Writing
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beautiful, Love, Lust, Maksim Zaitsev, Male figure, Olesya Aleksandronis, Oscar Wilde, Photography, Poetry, The Harlot's House
© Olesya Aleksandronis
They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
from The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde
Where did that lustful lover go?
Model: Maksim Zaitsev
24 Tuesday Apr 2012
Posted in America's Next Top Model, Fashion, Photography, Reflections, Relationships, Writing
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19 Thursday Apr 2012
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America's Top Model, Edgar Allan Poe, Fashion, Khrystyna Kazakova, Photography, Poetry, The Raven
© Khrystyana Kazakova
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was broken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”-
Merely this, and nothing more.
from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Who knows what radiant maiden may yet come rapping at a man’s heart?
© Khrystyana Kazakova
Model:
Khrystyana Kazakova
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25 Saturday Feb 2012
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© Anna Landa
Farewell
By Mona Currie
Say, can we know
That we’re to be put out
Of long established house and home and hearth,
Uprooted like a tree and thrown into
A stream of life as so much flotsam is?
If fate decrees
Then with some poise and pride
We should elect the when and how and where
Of place and time and method used to leave,
Thus not become an object to deride.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
16 Thursday Feb 2012
Posted in Art, Garden, Photography, Reflections
© Joan Currie - My Valentine Roses
She comes not when Noon is on the roses —
Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes
From work and play.
But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
Roll in from Sea,
By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight
She comes to me.
by Herbert Trench
The sweet fragrance of last night lingers…
12 Sunday Feb 2012
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© Joan Currie - The South San Francisco Bay
Plum-purple was the west; but spikes of light
Spear’d open lustrous gashes, crimson-white;
(Where the eye fix’d, fled the encrimsoning spot,
And, gathering, floated where the gaze was not;)
And through their parting lids there came and went
Keen glimpses of the inner firmament:
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I basked in the glorious but fleeting sunset.
12 Sunday Feb 2012
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© Ryan Chua
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
from I Knew a Woman by Theodore Roethke
Thinking back to my best Valentine’s Day celebrations…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
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05 Sunday Feb 2012
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beautiful, Carmen Campos, Fashion, Help, Janet Lewis, Lauren DiMarco, Photography, Poetry, Postaweek 2012
© Carmen Campos
In the warm, lofted air,
Soft lips together pressed,
Soft wispy hair,
She stops to rest,
from Girl Help by Janet Lewis
Savoring little pockets of time throughout the day…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
22 Sunday Jan 2012
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America's Top Model, beautiful, Edward Thomas, Fashion, Khrystyana Kazakova, Photography, Poetry
© Khrystyana Kazakova
The rain of a night and a day and a night
Stops at the light
Of this pale choked day. The peering sun
Sees what has been done.
from After Rain by Edward Thomas
This is a day for blissful solitude.
Model: Khrystyana Kazakova
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30 Friday Dec 2011
Posted in Art, Crafts, Design, Reflections, Writing
Getty image
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
from What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why by Edna St. Vincent Millay
But what a song it was – it mattered not how short!
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