O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark.

As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

East Coker, Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot

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  1. Fantastic image. I love the light streaming in from the left. Beautifully done.

  2. Really like the use of shadow and the depth! Well done!

  3. Yup, the image totally compliments that poem! Wow, my mind is a racing after this actually. Crazy good, and through provoking, stuff today.
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  4. What’s not to like about this photo? Great vanishing point, colors textures and light.
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  5. Love the subtle light. I bet this was an interesting place to shoot.
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  6. Excellent shot, Mark. This really strikes a mood and I like the vanishing point. Sweet!

  7. Image + Words = Priceless.
    Thanks for sharing Mark.

  8. Just an incredibly powerful piece Mark!

  9. Wow, that look like a crazy walkway… I love the dark, eery look it has. Tremendous photo my friend.
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