In his poem The Snow Man, Wallace Stevens wrote about a “listener, who listens in the snow …” Looking at this image, I feel like a listener, listening in the dark, and (in the words of the poem) “behold[ing] / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”
… photographing nothingness may be an idea. But then again – maybe I already do? Thanks for the thought-provoking comment, anyway!
In this one I feel a mysterious, almost foreboding, sense of place.
Well, yes – I certainly see your point. And maybe that’s also what it was “in reality”. Thanks for commenting, Lynn.
Really like the interplay of patterns and spaces —
Thank you, Judith!
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