Bosca Dubh

Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold,
And ransack heaven before our moment fails.
Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old,
We?ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails.

Immortal Sails by Alfred Noyes

I’m not sure what happened with this picture; it came out of the box of 4×5 sheets that I’m working through from our Maine trip, and it could have met with its dismal fate at several points along the way: from loading to exposing to developing, there are many opportunities for disaster along the perilous pinhole path. But I kind of like it nonetheless; it reminded me a little of Wyeth’s Pentecost, with its suggestion of sails and wind. It’s “mistakes” like these that make the world of slow photography so intriguing–there’s a lot of room for serendipity.

Now see these:

• Through the Fog from Perspective Images
• Tradition? from Richard Vanek
• Grand Ecran from Elaine