"A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stencilled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask."
Susan Sontag (1933- ); in New York Review of Books 23June, 1977
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What can be more wondrous
Than the pair
That is born alike
Yet never despair
Not being unique?
Two bodies and two minds formed
At one and single moment joyous
To share and sneak
Into each others’ confidence
For they have one soul
What though in different mould do lie
For they just share
And thus just bare
Each other in smiles and tears and in innocuous diffidence.
Very few insects are perhaps more beautiful than the
butterflies. The wings with all their colourful patterns do cast a magical
spell on the eyes that see them. When the early-morning dews cling to them they
look colourfully decked in exquisite pearls, and who can then fail to look at
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