Văzduhul seminţe mişca

Văzduhul seminţe mişca În ceasul acela pe-a muntelui coamă – unde-adăstarăm sub brazi, nimiciţi de arzândul albastru din clara preziua de toamnă – Tu adormiseşi pătrunsă de soare mie alături, în şură de cetini. În şuier venind din adâncuri arar ca un val de răcoare. În valea lăsată în urmă se stinse, de mult şi…

Shadow and dust

“I have often thought that if photography were difficult in the true sense of the term -meaning that the creation of a simple photograph would entail as much time and effort as the production of a good watercolor or etching – there would be a vast improvement in total output. The sheer ease with which…

The last Humanist

“I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I’ve nurtured every sensation man’s been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections! I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist.…