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
—Tomas Tranströmer, excerpted from “Gogol”
6 thoughts on “Sentinel”
Thanks, Emily! I liked how these two turned out. Hope your new year has started well.
perfectly pitched. Gorgeous 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.