More specifically concerning: swans
10 December 2003, around 15.33.
Swan, river, fog.
24 March 2004, around 15.18.
Springtime along the river, March 2004
23 November 2004, around 10.56.
3 December 2009, around 4.12.
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hunger to haul the white reflection down. The austere sun descends above the fen, an orange cyclops-eye, scorning […]