SEPIA LOVE

Sepia Scenes Hosted by Teach Mary
My father shot this picture in 1947. He had a prewar accordion camera of unknown origin.
Paper film which he had to trade for two Records plus the money. Luxury goods were rationalized till mid fifties.
Neither had he a stand for his camera, but a self-timing release was frequently used.
Like in this picture. My mother tells how she had to sit for "hours" while my father adjusted the focus.
Then he'd run like a lighting to pose in time.

I made the sepia.

We'll go no more a-roving

SO, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon. Lord Byron

Arne Ljung born January 27th 1921

Two years ago we celebrated my Dad's birthday, January 27th.
Gunnar shot this beautiful portrait that very day.
Showing my father's most inner personality.
Awake, conscious, intelligent, loving, but shy.
June first same year my father went home to stay with his parents and siblings.
I miss him so.

This was one of the poems he often would read loud to me.
Most of his favorite poems he knew by heart.

When I am Dead, My Dearest

by Christina Georgina Rossetti
(1830-1894)

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When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget .

RUBY GLASS

I have had the great luck of having daughter Serina home before and after she went to London.
Being eager to learn I snapped her to help me making more tile pictures of my macros.
Gunnar slowly drag me into using manual handling of his camera
They both take me one step at a time.
These pix are shot with me only using one "steering wheel" on the camera.
Next time I'll go for three

Selected Poems by Emily Dickinson
For Serina
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.



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