Bosca Dubh

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems–not to suffer pain?

Dante Gabrielle Rossetti, Autumn Song

Featured on the Daily Dickinson site.

Some leftovers from last autumn–the temperatures in the basement have been far too cold the last few weeks to spend any time over the sink with black and white chemicals.

Four selections:

• lemons from digitalpeace
• D?j?-vu from Aktuelle Kamera
• We rather than me from My Still Life
• 閉鎖空間 (‘Closure space’) from Million-Year Picnic