The second shot of this series showed a lone phone in a room with a mass of greenery outside the window. This is that overgrown flora, which I am sure was once a fairly well kept courtyard for the building.

Camera: Hasselblad 501CM with 80mm CF lens using Fuji PRO400H film

Song of the day: "Break Down Tha Door" by Salem

Poem of the day:
"OLD ARCHIBALD, in his eternal chair,
Where trespassers, whatever their degree,
Were soon frowned out again, was looking off
Across the clover when he said to me:

“My green hill yonder, where the sun goes down
Without a scratch, was once inhabited
By trees that injured him—an evil trash
That made a cage, and held him while he bled.

“Gone fifty years, I see them as they were
Before they fell. They were a crooked lot
To spoil my sunset, and I saw no time
In fifty years for crooked things to rot.

“Trees, yes; but not a service or a joy
To God or man, for they were thieves of light.
So down they came. Nature and I looked on,
And we were glad when they were out of sight.

“Trees are like men, sometimes; and that being so,
So much for that.” He twinkled in his chair,
And looked across the clover to the place
That he remembered when the trees were there."
- Edwin Arlington Robinson, "Archibald’s Example"


Posted on 18 July, 2008 (16)