Steamboats, Viaducts, and Railways
Imagining Future with William Wordsworth
May 27, 2019Motions and Means, on land and sea at warWith old poetic feeling, not for this,Shall ye, by Poets even, be judged amiss! Nor shall your presence, howsoe’er it marThe loveliness of Nature, prove a barTo the Mind’s gaining that prophetic senseOf future change, that point of vision, whenceMay be discovered what in soul ye are.— Dmitri.
A Millenial’s Nostalgia
March 19, 2019I am one of those people who was born during the holiday season period. A week right before Christmas, to be more precise. This comes with two perks: getting all your gifts at the same time… and getting all your gifts at the same time. Please don’t get me wrong: my story is not about materialism.— Luvazq.
A Day in a Life of A-
An Indefinite project Documenting Lives of Cornwall
February 26, 2019Cornwall is the most southerly county in the UK, surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean. For those of us who live and work here, it’s a very special place, and for those who visit, they long to live where we do. The county and the surrounding area is very rural.— rick davy.
A Bear’s Tale
January 29, 2019My mom, whose drawings and photography are decorating this article, was a costume and stage designer at Bolshoi Theatre — the most recognizable institution for Russian ballet. Our family friend and mom’s former teacher, Valeri Levental, occupied a position of high standing at the same organization.— Dmitri, with images by Olga.
January 24, 2019The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits — on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of sprayWhere the sea meets the moon-blanched land,≁Listen!— Betty, with images by Dmitri.
Hommage À Ma Mère
January 22, 2019Entro, I enter,bajo sospecha, under suspicion,en la carretera sinuosa, on the sinuous road,de la vena roja of the red veinde mi ojo izquierdo. of my left eye. A toda velocidad quiero, At full speed I want,que la última esquina the last cornerde la vena roja of the red veinesté rota to be broken en una curva ascendente in an upward curve que mire al cielo.— Natali Herrera-Pacheco.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
January 17, 2019In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.— Dmitri.
Written at the Close of Spring
January 15, 2019The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,Anemonies, that spangled every grove,The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue. No more shall violets linger in the dell,Or purple orchis variegate the plain,Till Spring again shall call forth every bell,And dress with humid hands her wreathes again.— Dmitri, with images by Chi.
A Poison Tree
January 10, 2019I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow. ≁And I waterd it in fears,Night & morning with my tears;And I sunned it with smiles,And with soft deceitful wiles. ≁And it grew both day and night,Till it bore an apple bright.— Dmitri.
A Walk Through the City
January 8, 2019On a lonely Sunday midday I took a walk through my city, Port of Spain. It’s usually fully populated on any other day in the week but Sundays seem to all the quitest days so I took advantage of it. Started off at the zoo but ended up at the financial sector of the city where the building are the biggest and I feel in love with modern architecture again.— Kent.
December 11, 2018I liked how the edge of the curtain and the pole framed the woman. Her brightly-coloured umbrella contrasts well in the mostly dark blue background. Since it rains a lot Vancouver, hence “Raincouver,” it is common to see the city shrouded by dark clouds giving it a dark blue or grey atmosphere.— tommykchong.
The Flat Tire
An Ordinary Day, an Ordinary Accident, a Lucky Coincidence
October 30, 2018Mom, Papa and son are about to go for a picnic by the sea. Unfortunately, they find their car with a flat tire at the parking lot. There is no spare. No tools to repair. It’s Sunday, which means that all the shops are likely to be closed throughout the city.— max zhiltsov.
Of Chiang Mai
September 25, 2018Half domesticated and half feral, these mutts can be found sauntering narrow alleyways or napping on patches of shady concrete. Their joints are bald and shiny from habitually sitting on hard surfaces. Their coats are matt, sometimes mangy, and always covered by a layer of dust.— Betty, with images by Dmitri.
The Gift of Solitude
September 18, 2018In solitude, I am still. The harmony of life wills me into reflection, mindfulness, creativity. The warm embrace of being alone frees the thoughts to follow no patterns defined by peers. Solitude is my refuge from despair and anxiety. Stubborn, dark feelings fade with the buzz of communal life, easing their grip on my meandering mind.— she.escobar.
September 1, 2018My earliest childhood memories are from the Moscow apartment where my mom worked on giant oil paintings as a graduate project for her school. A lot has changed since, and in many ways, neither she nor I are the same persons anymore. Still, the feelings of wonder, being surrounded by the craft that my mom was proud of, take over as I recall the details.— Dmitri.
And Their Secrets
August 21, 2018I saw my first pineapple bloom under a shade behind a temple in Chiang Dao. Along with its fruiting spiny brothers, it was firmly attached to a thick shoot, stretching upwards three feet from the ground. Having discovered its alluring and unexpected origins sparked an infatuation with finding and photographing the unique, often unknown moments in the life of tropical fruits.— Dmitri, with images by Betty.
In Chiang Mai
August 14, 2018It’s always warm. The sun is out daily, even in the wet season, and there’s very little wind, except for a few minutes just before the rain. Then, the palm trees and the tall grass underneath bend slightly from soft gusts of air. The dust whirls up from asphalt roads, smudged with dry, red clay.— Dmitri.
Riding Steel Along Northern Thai Roads
July 16, 2018After twenty minutes of washing, soaping, and wiping, the bike is ready again to be enveloped by the highway dust. During the past year-and-a-half it took me to Lao and Myanmar borders, Pai, Chiang Dao, Buatong Waterfalls, Suthep mountain, and all over Chiang Mai.— Dmitri, with images by Betty.
Climbing The Furnace
A Day at Chiang Mai’s Famed Crazy Horse Crag
July 2, 2018He screams; the lactic acid in his extremities is punishing his nervous system, he pushes back. There are only a few moves left. Before long he throws his arm towards the last piece of uneven limestone and clips his final anchor bolts. “Take! ” — Maew tightens the rope and he lets go of the rock.— Dmitri.
On Keeping Art Personal
Thoughts on Creating Photographs to Satisfy Personal Vision, Accurately
May 22, 2018Passing compliments are cheap. I value honest, thoughtful feedback. Fortunately, my family members can deliver opinions in a way that helps me see my photographs from their perspective. They may be blunt and I appreciate that. After my recent trip to Washington State, it dawned on me that my style is never going to be everyone’s cup of tea.— scott.