photo : a photo from the beginning of the pandemic in Nelson. I tried to capture a full moon, and failed obviously, from the technical point of view, but I like it nonetheless, it exudes (in my eyes) a sense of poetry.
A solitary spectator draws the curtains : she stands right there, her eyes drawn to the sky, her heart a little trembling before the ethereal glow of the moon, a balm for her tired mind that shudders a little, then marvels at its transparency, perfection and coldness.
the night wind made
waves in the dark
but the troubled clouds
in the morning were swept away,
the encrusted storms
came back but
always come back
even the ancient ones
There will be starts, words aimed straight at the heart, we will recognize one another immediately and we will get lost on the side of the road, but we will know the vanity of things and the depth of the eyes and what will remain of all this we will not know.
The stay was already pleasant, and I did not expect more swimming almost every day, long walks, photos or the Dada Manifesto cafe, but on our penultimate evening, we were told we would get a sky full of aurora Australis. Actually I didn’t know this, but the place where we were staying in Pohara enjoyed a very nice view of the sea and in the evening (that evening in particular) my camera caught a beautiful sky full of pink (that I had to edit because of the grainy texture), with a beautiful, bright moon and the Southern Cross. I was even able later on to see the moon in a very dark sky projecting its bright light on the sea, which I had never seen before.
in the dark room of my computer, I transform the skies, I count the stars, I imagine the moons, I intercept the horoscopes and I transform the signs of the zodiac.