The blue square of light
in the window across the street
never goes dark—
the cathodes, the cordage, the atoms
working the hem of dusk—
traveling past the cranes and the docks
and the soiled oyster beds,
the trees loaded with radium,
colors like guns,
red pock-pock red and yellow up,
the blue hour, the waiting.
—Meghan O’Rourke, from “Halflife”
9 thoughts on “Diagnosis”
Thank you very much, Jennifer. The dilapidated building was next to a lot where a guy was selling Christmas trees. It made an interesting backdrop.
Incredible contrast of images. The first two amaze with the different textures and layers. The next two are so different from the first and from each other. The 3rd photo of the man looking out makes you wonder if what he sees on the other side is the city view, though that doesn’t seem to be likely. A good spark of imagination can be found in this photo story.
A pairing with power.
Thanks, Richard. I like that description a lot.
Wonderful collision, Chris.
Thanks a lot, Gavin.