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images of Romania from between the World wars.
No ve el cielo negro y el mar encolerizado, no nota las tablas agitadas, y bien poco escucha ni atiende al lejano rumor de la poderosa ballena, que ya, con la boca abierta, surca el mar persiguiéndole.
The page is part of the Musées Privés series.
The use of lighting in a photo is a key element. I suspect the photographer was lucky with the lighting in this photo rather then intentional. As Ansel Adams aid of his photos: “Sometimes I arrive just when God's ready to have somone click the shutter.”
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
Observations go here about the photo pictured in this location.
The inspiration for the Museés Privés series of pages comes from the paulismo (and saudoismo) artistic currents among early 20th century Portuguese intellectuals, especially Fernando Pessoa and Mario Sá-Carneiro, and wonderfully expressed in Pessoas's poem:
... Impressões do Crepúsculo ...
Ó sino da minha aldeia, / Dolente na tarde calma, / Cada tua badalada / Soa dentro da minh’alma.
E é tão lento o teu soar, / Tão como triste da vida, / Que já a primeira pancada / Tem um som de repetida. /
Por mais que me tanjas perto / Quando passo triste e errante, / És para mim como um sonho — / Soas-me sempre distante… /
A cada pancada tua, / Vibrante no céu aberto, / Sinto mais longe o passado, / Sinto a saudade mais perto.
(Putting the poem into English in a way that would properly convey the poetic sensitivity of the imagery of the poem is beyond my ability.
To avoid mangling Mr. Pessoa's work, I will avoid translating it.)
... Impressões do Crepúsculo ...
Ó sino da minha aldeia, / Dolente na tarde calma, / Cada tua badalada / Soa dentro da minh’alma.
E é tão lento o teu soar, / Tão como triste da vida, / Que já a primeira pancada / Tem um som de repetida. /
Por mais que me tanjas perto / Quando passo triste e errante, / És para mim como um sonho — / Soas-me sempre distante… /
A cada pancada tua, / Vibrante no céu aberto, / Sinto mais longe o passado, / Sinto a saudade mais perto.
(Putting the poem into English in a way that would properly convey the poetic sensitivity of the imagery of the poem is beyond my ability.
To avoid mangling Mr. Pessoa's work, I will avoid translating it.)
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