Lately I've been hearing this gem in my head. The words are by one of my very favourite poets: William Blake with a musical setting by the wonderful Sir Hubert Parry:
And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon England's mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my ha
Recently I lost an old friend to cancer. It was a recurrence of the breast cancer she's suffered from years earlier.
She was "cured" back in 1994, but a period of extreme stress in her life weakened her enough for the lurking malignancy to re assert itself attacking her spine last year. She and I hadn't seen each other much since I left Seattle in 1988, but she was always a person I made a point of seeing whenever I visited.
I did get to spend a few days with her last spring. We wandered about the coffee shops and restaurants of her first hill neighborhood. Talked non-stop as we always have. She was the same as I had always known her. Tower
From The Luminous Landscape: http://www.luminous-landscape.com/essays/parable.shtml
I thought I should share.
Once Upon a Time....
Once upon a time there was a young career photographer. He was talented, but he didn't have much money.
Nevertheless, because it was the mid-'60's and he was reacting to his depression/war era parents, he thought that money wasn't important — art always came first.
Consequently while as his peers, who were developing their careers alongside his, bought Nikon Fs, M series Leicas and Hasselblads, our hero had to satisfy himself using Pentax and Minoltas along with inexpensive third-party lenses from Tamron