"It has to be the Hour you can’t miss”
Japan, Kyoto. 1965
"People talk to me about the mood of melancholy in my pictures. Now, I do have this feeling that time passes - a yearning to hold something - which might strike people as sad. And I grant you, my things aren’t high key in color or joyous or Renoiresque or Frenchy - which is what a lot of people want today - the visual cocktail. I think the right word is not "melacholy" but "thoughtful". I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the rocks and the hills - all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape - the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it - the whole story doesn’t show. I think anything like that - which is contemplative, silent, shows a person alone - people always feel is sad. Is it because we’ve lost the art of being alone?"
— Andrew Wyeth
Photographer Tim Carter captured these adorable images of this Red Fox playing, stretching and sleeping in the snow.
Study of Sea and Gulls, 1832, John Sell Cotman. English (1782 - 1842)
Contax 645 | 80mm f/2 | Fuji Pro 400H
Cold Comfort in October
All those born from love-lest marriages,
this is our season. I don’t mean rain
or shorter days, but instead the smell
of burning. When what has made us comes
to its sure end, there must be certain
consolations. We are each other’s.
After all, we want the same things: trash
trucks that come before dawn, our mother
to wake from her life of fatigue, one
ventral to hold our ventral against.
Who can resist a wasp’s nest chest, walls
of paper and their familiar hum?
Some part of you believes we’ll do it
better, that our bodies won’t become
unlucky skeletons, tired in bone-
fragrant afternoons. This, too, is my
secret hope. And hope is the saddest
secret of all: Please, be wild for me.