Sunday, January 01, 2012

I walk alone

(It's a little blurry but I was shooting moving persons in low light with a cheap zoom.)

This is one of my favorite pictures that I took in 2011 but I'm not sure it will mean or appeal anything to anyone. I had to share it here anyway. Cardiac Arrest (I should find a new name) is a kind of photo-diary after all - I've always had a blog, but as the years go by I've slowly replaced words by pictures.

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view. 
Edgar Allan Poe

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