#66

#66

Tender

#53

"Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay."

(Robert Frost, "Nothing gold can stay")

It's raining outside and I'm wondering what this autumn and winter will change.

"A missing piece I yearn to find".

#59

"For who can say more of his existence than that it has passed through the lives of two or three others as gently and closely as the weather?"

quote by W. Benjamin (a guy we've both studied a bit) and song [ Built to Spill -- The Weather ] via treemelody

#57

"My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave... but what we feel is the wind in our faces".

["A walk" by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Bly]

Dreaming about a mountain trip with a camera.

Fog, wind and freedom.

And moments like these: 1.) Bieszczady 2.) Tatry

#55

While we were preparing our diptych, we saw in our heads these two fragments:

1

&

2.

Autumn is all about memories, isn't it?

Not very long journey with memories.

#56

September is the cruelest month, washing      shuttlecocks off their rooftop cemeteries

Yo La Tengo -- Shadows