“I myself have always stood in the awe of the camera. I recognize it for the instrument it is, part Stradivarius, part scalpel.”
– Irving Penn
Shadow lies between us
as you came, so you shall leave from us
time and storm shall scatter all things
Sorrowing you must go, and yet you are not without hope
For you are not bound to the circles of this world.
You are not bound to loss and silence.
All things must pass away,
All life is doomed to fade…
(„The Grace of the Valar”, also known as Breath of Life. In original it is written in Sindarin language and sung by the women of the The London Voices:
Immen dúath caeda
Sui tollech, tami gwannathach omen
Lû ah alagos gwinnatha bain
Boe naer gwannathach, annant uich ben-estel
An uich gwennen na ringyrn e-mbar han*
Uich gwennen na ‘wanath ah na dhín.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha…)
Fiica mea poartă un implant auditiv, cunoscut sub numele de implant cohlear.
Asta nu o împiedică să ducă o viață aproximativ normală.
Dar ce mai e normal în ziua de azi?!
„A photographer must be prepared to catch and hold on to those elements which give distinction to the subject or lend it atmosphere. They are often momentary, chance-sent things: a gleam of light on water, a trail of smoke from a passing train, a cat crossing a threshold, the shadows cast by a setting sun. Sometimes they are a matter of luck; the photographer could not expect or hope for them. Sometimes they are a matter of patience, waiting for an effect to be repeated that he has seen and lost or for one that he anticipates. Leaving out of question the deliberately posed or arranged photograph, it is usually some incidental detail that heightens the effect of a picture – stressing a pattern, deepening the sense of atmosphere. But the photographer must be able to recognize instantly such effects.”
– Bill Brandt