Another shot from the overgrown courtyard at the mental facility.

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

Song of the day: 'Spend the Night' by Deer Tick

Poem of the day:
'SHE sits in the dust at the walls
And makes cigars,
Bending at the bench
With fingers wage-anxious,
Changing her sweat for the day’s pay.

Now the noon hour has come,
And she leans with her bare arms
On the window-sill over the river,
Leans and feels at her throat
Cool-moving things out of the free open ways:

At her throat and eyes and nostrils
The touch and the blowing cool
Of great free ways beyond the walls.'
- Carl Sandburg, 'The Noon Hour'


Posted on 23 July, 2008 (10)