Jacket worn and shabby like a pack of wolves.
Face like a marble chip.
Sitting in a ring of his letters in the grove that sighs
of mocking and mistakes.
Yes, the heart is blown like paper through inhospitable passages.
Now sunset steals like a fox across this land
setting the grass on fire in a moment.
The sky is filled with horns and hooves, and underneath
the calèche glides shadowy between my father’s
illuminated estates.
—Tomas Tranströmer, excerpted from “Gogol”
Chris Bronsk 
Thanks, Emily! I liked how these two turned out. Hope your new year has started well.
perfectly pitched. Gorgeous shots.
Thanks!
excellent shots.
particularly like the first one.
Thanks, Tim. His hat caught my eye, and I tried to catch him.
Chris, I really like the person walking across the top of the wall with the hat on. It is very minimalist with the man being the difference.
Tim