Essay from a photo writing prompt by Harpa and the Icelandic Writers Retreat. View the photo and read other essays here.
from the sidewalk across the breadth to the back,
the wood floor holds the reticent reverberations of yesterdays music while outside
meet basalt blocks unheard.
Arctic sunlight collects on the comb of windows encasing the space
until dissected by one large looking glass
set forth between beams
framing the North Atlantic like victorious arms.
Safflower skies reflecting on silica and seawater.
A mirrored plane plunges toward water, reflecting the harbor in its face.
a bending back-
Harpa holds the heritage of the people and houses the spirit of a culture,
the compilation of all time, hundreds of years, magmatic, covering and building on each other to create each present. Yet each concert is but a
in the waters of time, while in
its structure stands it publishes Iceland’s biography;
its framework arranged to feature and flaunt the landscape of the sea.
The islands human history was born here,
as ancestral waves go out
and come again,
only to bend back
carrying the voices of vikings,
the trill of fishing vessels,
the whisper of sagas,
the echoes of centuries,
like a low, soothing sound barely beneath our perception.
We stand in a building just to the left of a dreamboat silhouette-
but is it left?
The hand we choose depends on whence we came.
We enter from the city
but from where did we enter the city?
We stand in a building just to the right of a dreamboat silhouette,
between the Sun Voyager and its golden destination, the journey shining through panels of glittering glass.
Having stepped softly from the sidewalk we crossed the breadth to reach the front.
sitting on the threshold of an ocean gazing through the glass for its children,
I gaze back in silent reverie,
overlooking half the fatherland.
My favorite photos from the capital city of Reykjavik, Iceland featuring Harpa Concert Hall, the Sun Voyager, and the North Atlantic Ocean.
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Spring roses bow their heads to death
Leaves dry up and return to the earth
Autumn is the massacre
a colorful array of dwindling life
like and army cutting a way for winter
season of frozen hearts
October 30, 2013 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: amateur, art, autumn, bow, canon, change, coco chenot, cold weather, colordao, colorful, cool, death, decay, dew, drooping, droplets, dry, dslr, dwindling, earth, fall, flowers, fort collins, frozen, garden, hearts, leaves, life, macro, massacre, original, photography, poetry, rocky mountains, rose, rosebud, seasons, silence, spring, water, wet, winter | Leave a comment
I spent the weekend in Denver, Colorado. Usually we only go there to go to elitches or the natural history museum or drive through it on the way to bandamier speedway, we never really see or explore Denver. We always eat at fast food places and drive on ugly highways and hope no one breaks into our car, but this weekend we ate at fabulous restaurants and walked around under the amazing architecture and hoped no one would break into our car. It was great!
The fascinating thing about downtown Denver is the juxtaposition of old, classic, ornate buildings with the giant, shiny, and angular modern architecture. We went to the new(ish, since I’ve been there last) museum of art, which I believe was inspired by my favorite architect Frank Gehry. It turned out that the first Saturday of each month is a free day at the museum so we ended up only having to pay two dollars for parking, and that turned out good because I got impatient with the inside of the museum so we just left so I could walk around the outside. I really only wanted to see the building.
This series is of whole buildings surrounding the plaza around the museum. Later posts will include more detailed shots of the museum and park across the street.
April 9, 2012 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: angles, architecture, art, black and white, building, classic, color, colorado, culture, denver, downtown, family, fence, frank gehry, free, giant sculpture, library, lodo, metal, modern, modern art, museum, outside, photo, photography, pic, picture, plaza, public, rock, shiny, stones, things to do, urban | Leave a comment