Shadows Deep, A Photograph of Books

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
– W.B Yeats

Vintage Books, Tacoma WA
Vintage Books, Tacoma WA
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Upward Glance, A Photograph

“That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don’t know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love as you and I know it – the total passion for the total height – you’re incapable of anything less.”
– Ayn Rand

Love
Love

 

Little by Little, A Photograph

Another Land, Jennifer Allison
Little by Little, Jennifer Allison


“Well, now

If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land”

― Pablo Neruda

Punctuation Mark, A Photograph

“Smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald

The photo below is one I could’ve taken a dozen times while in Spain — men relaxing with cigars, watching the world go by.  It’s hard to take photos and not be obvious.  It’s different when you take them of street performers as they welcome them, however, taking them of everyday people doing everyday things….is much more challenging.

cigar man II

Human Nature, A Photograph

For the next several weeks I’ll be sharing some of my photos from Spain.  While there I visited Madrid, Sevilla, Cordoba, Granada and finally Barcelona.

I’ll be heading back in late spring to the Catalan region to attend (and be a part of) a wedding and will surely take many more.  Along with the photographs, I’ll try to share a few thoughts about each place.   My girlfriend, who is the one getting married, was born and raised in Barcelona.  She is perhaps one of the proudest people I know with regards to her mother country.  When I first met her in Verona, Italy, she explained in detail that she was not Spanish, but Catalan.  I like that about her – her knowledge of her people and country.  Among many things we have in common, while having been raised in polar opposite countries, is our love of books.  The photo below is of a little shop, filled literally to the ceiling.  Needles to say, it was hard to leave…

“Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?”
– Henry Ward Beecher

Book Filed, Jennifer Allison
Book Filed, Jennifer Allison

Personal Tragedy, A Photograph

“It was in Spain that [my generation] learned that one can be right and yet be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courage is not its own recompense. It is this, doubtless, which explains why so many, the world over, feel the Spanish drama as a personal tragedy.”
– Albert Camus

Madrid, Jennifer Allison
Madrid, Jennifer Allison

 

Dogs, A Photograph

I am leaving for Spain this weekend.  I’ll be making stops in Madrid, Sevilla, Cordoba, Granada and finally Barcelona to meet up with a girlfriend.  In preparation for my trip, I have chosen to post something I have grown accustom to in the last twenty years here in Seattle and the surrounding areas.  Native art has not, until recently, been interesting to me.  However, my tastes have changed dramatically and now I think it powerful and beautiful all at once.

“A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.”
– George Bernard Shaw

Spirits, Jennifer Allison
Spirits, Jennifer Allison

 

Boxes, A Photograph

“The architects who benefit us most maybe those generous enough to lay aside their claims to genius in order to devote themselves to assembling graceful but predominantly unoriginal boxes. Architecture should have the confidence and the kindness to be a little boring.”
– Alain de Botton

Stone, Jennifer Allison
Stone, Jennifer Allison