Thursday, 8 January 2009

Lunaria rediviva

First shots from the Contina (seed cases of honesty plants):


My photos make me think of Philip Pullman's descriptions of the world of the dead in the Amber Spyglass. His writing conjures up something more grey and desolate than these light-filled photos:

They found themselves on a great plain that extended far ahead into the mist. The light by which they saw was a dull self-luminescence that seemed to exist everywhere equally, so that there were no true shadows and no true light, and everything was the same dingy colour... the silence was immense and oppressive...

...but still the infinite overlapping translucent shapes spreading back into the distance is a little how I imagine the ghosts.

Their voices were no louder than dry leaves falling.

Currently listening to:
Over and Over - Hot Chip
Ready for the Floor - Hot Chip
Sea of Love - Cat Power
Somedays - Regina Spektor
Braille - Regina Spektor
Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac
Walking on Broken Glass - Annie Lennox
Propane Nightmares - Pendulum
Muse, MGMT, Pulp, T. Rex

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