This is a view of the hill that ensures I can still fit into my pants from few years ago. I walk it almost daily. It is also a typical scene on a rural road in New Zealand’s North Island. The source photo and a larger image is shown below.
To me this scene has good compositional potential – I think I will try a few different versions of this photo later on.
In this poem, the poet (W.S. Merwin) remembers the death of his mother. It is something quite special to me:
RAIN LIGHT All day the stars watch from long ago my mother said I am going now when you are alone you will be all right whether or not you know you will know look at the old house in the dawn rain all the flowers are forms of water the sun reminds them through a white cloud touches the patchwork spread on the hill the washed colors of the afterlife that lived there long before you were born see how they wake without a question even though the whole world is burning W. S. Merwin, quoted in Hirshfield, Jane. Ten Windows: How Great Poems Transform the World (p. 228). Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
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