The light came through the window, Straight from the sun above, And so inside my little room There plunged the rays of Love. In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me. L Cohen
thephotographerssociety: “ starrysurrealism: “ while you can’t see there is a shadow looming over, watching silently as our lives die ” Somehow this fragment of a beautiful facade enables us to look back, when we perceive the defined shadow of the.
Adam Belt, Religious Experience (Installation) 2012 Plywood, Sunlight, and Fog Machine x x Three windows were covered with plywood in the Athenaeum Music and Arts Library in La Jolla. Holes were drilled in the plywood for the stars of.