good-bye by bob hicok // vitebsky railway station // vincent van gogh (x) // i see by oertel fotografik // spring breeze by jan van der kooi // the miniaturist by jessie burton // plainwater by anne carson // maybe by mary oliver // sunday morning via @geopsych // lighthousekeeping by jeanette winterson // @chaitdeshphotography // bath by grażyna smalej
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The first image reads “This is where I don’t care that I’m half wrong / when I say everything is made entirely of light.”
The second image is a railway station with sunlight shining onto the platform.
The third image reads “Still,” wrote van Gogh in a letter, “a great deal of light falls on everything.”
The fourth image is the sun shining through a hole in a cave onto the ground.
The fifth image is a window with short curtains flowing and the sun showing a shadow.
The sixth image reads “You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed.”
The seventh image reads “Because the light is not something you see, exactly. You don’t look at it, or breathe, you feel a pressure but you don’t look. It is like being in the same room as the man you love. Other people are in the room. He may be smoking a cigarette. And you know you are not strong enough to look at him (yet) although the fact that he is there, silent and absent beside a thin wisp of cigarette smoke, hammers you.
The eighth image reads “the soul slip forth / like a tremor of pure sunlight, / before exhaustion,”
The ninth image is sunlight shining onto a patch of grass.
The tenth image reads “The light was life. And what light is to plants and rivers and animals and seasons and the turning earth, the light was to me.
The eleventh image is sunlight shining through the branches of a tree into a forest with a deer underneath.
The twelfth and final image is to the right of the eleventh and is a painting of the sun reflecting onto the water while a person stands in it to the right. The water is sparkyl and a lighter blue/yellow because of it.
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