Think BiH

Please accept my apologies for having taken so long to post this long-awaited blog. And receive poetics in lieu of time for instantaneous prose. I have shot over 800 photographs [primarily on 35mm and 120 film] in one week, 30 should represent essence for now, no?

 

here the water meets the mountains spontaneously

and the mountains meet the sky reluctantly

lingering behind for fear of ending

steep slopes . hillside cemeteries

intoxicating light floods in continuum

 

the roads are sufficiently narrow

for feeling human and pedestrian

new friends interlock fingers in

rich shadows and tight alleys

old friends fall for old habits

 

arcane and hollow silence interweaves

awkwardly

with contemplative conversations

lone introspection and intimations

genuine laughter . hypothetical musings

 

we are observing paths and habits

counting to ten

and learning to say ‘good night’

we are drawing maps

and talking about the ‘love of our life’

 

we are shooting photographs of relics

and cliffs that fall like gravity itself

we are making films about coins in cathedrals

we are hearing ethnic strife

 

we are finding mortars in cement

and mine fields of leftover hatred

 

castle . bridges . springs .

sheep . wolves . pigeons .

‘turnoks’ . candles . dandelions .

factories . bandaids . traditions .

waterfalls . rich cheese . letters .

 

 

 

~ by nellykate on April 30, 2008.