Paisaje
El campo
de olivos
se abre y se cierra
como un abanico.
Sobre el olivar
hay un cielo hundido
y una lluvia oscura
de luceros fríos.
Tiembla junco y penumbra
a la orilla del río.
Se riza el aire gris.
Los olivos,
están cargados
de gritos.
Una bandada
de pájaros cautivos,
que mueven sus larguísimas
colas en lo sombrío.
-- Federico García Lorca --
Landscape
The field
of olive trees
opens and closes
like a fan.
Above the olive grove
there is a sunken sky
and a dark rain
of cold stars
Reeds tremble and it darkens
at the river bed.
The gray air ripples.
The olive trees,
are loaded
with screams.
A flock
of captive birds,
move their very long
tails in the dark.
-- Federico García Lorca --
Penumbra is an ongoing photo series instigated by the memories of having lived in the South of Spain for 15 years.
It resembles timelessness, silence and remembrance.
Photographed during the twilight time of the day when light is barely there and all is still quiet.
The writings of Federico García Lorca (1898-1936) lead me, they allow me to observe my surroundings in my own way.
Continuing Work.
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