ALEXEI

“no sooner had those words left giovanni's mouth than did a veritable snowfall of herons, squawking and calling, come fluttering down from the barren dark violet sky. at that, the birdcatcher, chuckling with glee that things were really coming his way now, spread out his legs on a 60° angle, taking in the birds by their black legs hand over fist, pinning them down in his cloth bag. once inside the bag the birds flickered blue, on and off like fireflies, until, in the end, they turned a hazy white colour and shut their eyes. most of the birds, however, were not caught. they came to a safe landing on top of the sand by the river, and as their feet touched the sand their bodies curled in, flattening like melted snow, spreading along the surface like molten copper fresh from a blast furnace, their forms clinging momentarily to the sand, turning light and dark, light and dark, until finally blending in without a trace."

i often don't speak on my photos, and let the work of interpretation be left to the viewer, but i wanted to offer this passage from the 1934 kenji miyazawa novel ‘night on the galactic railroad’ as an addeudum to this piece.

there is nothing for you here.