As I prepare to go home to New York for the holiday I wanted to image the city and give a glimpse of how it visually celebrates this season. The end of the year is a time of sharing meals and drinks with friends and family. I have a keen interest in how cultures celebrate as it often means a break from the 'usual' and a stop to routines. Today I spoke with a few colleagues who are anxious to have the time 'to just do nothing'. Here's to nothing, which can be everything.
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These photos of ZG are just beautiful. Since Tošo Dabac very few people managed to catch the soul of the city and express so masterly the photographic language of their time. Pure joy!
Your photos, and your comment, put me in mind of a favorite Wallace Stevens poem, "The Snowman" (1923).
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
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