"O Rose thou art sick"
Gardening would seem to be a kind of investment in the future, yet here is my dear wife, hazily glimpsed through a window, busy at it as she always has been, but alas, with little future allotted to her. As she fades and her petals drop, so does my heart.
O Rose thou art sick,
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
WIlliam Blake
(As for most images taken with a lens wider than traditional 'standard', this needs to be viewed at large scale to have a sense of reality and impact.)
My wife was standing in the same spot, facing the other way, twelve years earlier when I took this shot A Last Grasp with an extension lens on an early iPhone 4.
"O Rose thou art sick"
Gardening would seem to be a kind of investment in the future, yet here is my dear wife, hazily glimpsed through a window, busy at it as she always has been, but alas, with little future allotted to her. As she fades and her petals drop, so does my heart.
O Rose thou art sick,
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
WIlliam Blake
(As for most images taken with a lens wider than traditional 'standard', this needs to be viewed at large scale to have a sense of reality and impact.)
My wife was standing in the same spot, facing the other way, twelve years earlier when I took this shot A Last Grasp with an extension lens on an early iPhone 4.