116: the space between

It’s that emptiness I fill;
the cold silence shattering the cacophonic nothingness,
the chilled zephyr spelling your absence,
while that spot where you once hovered
hover shimmering in yesterday’s entangled cobwebs.

It’s that silence I hear;
the freezing zephyr whispering this cornerless void,
the empty cauldron shielding my crimson tears,
while that spot where you once sat
sits shrouded in today’s prosodic lyrical.

It’s that absence you left;
the empty labyrinth ricocheting your name,
the deafening silence that burns within,
while that spot where you now stand
stood testament to tomorrow’s paralysing fears.

Inspired by one of my favourite blogs, I thought I’d share one of my verses from my now-defunct poetry blog, back in 2006. That, and the fact that I haven’t been shooting much, aside nondescript bakes and orders. To the mister, time for a photo expedition soon?

078: i hear lions used to roam here

These really ought to be dated ’08. They came from the second roll of Deedee (the Diana+); I think the first roll only had about 3-5 successful shots. It took such a long time for me to put these up, because unlike the rolls from Dexter and Goggles, I sent this roll for print, without scanning.

I hope to use the coloured negatives/slides stowed in the fridge soon.

- Taken with Kodak Tmax 400

045: i am waiting for an open window

023: i think i sleepwalked to the past

With the nation celebrating its birthday just the day before, the mister and I headed out to the city center for some shutter frenzy yesterday. The weather kept having second, third thoughts, but when we finally headed out into the bright sun, we tried a different route, and were awarded with some beautiful architectures, and sights that felt so distant in memories, yet so close to identities.