And the only pain

Here the soft hills touch the ocean
like one eternity touching another
and the cows grazing on them
ignore us, like angels.
Even the scent of ripe melon in the cellar
is a prophecy of peace.

The darkness doesn't war against the light,
it carries us forward
to another light, and the only pain
is the pain of not staying.

– Yehuda Amichai
from "North of San Francisco"



Lauren 9/20/2012 7:31 PM  

I am looking forward to discovering that one as I leaf through this lovely book. xx

Odessa 9/20/2012 10:12 PM  

Ahhhhh..I know this place. <3

loveandsomewords 9/20/2012 11:36 PM  


Erin 9/21/2012 12:31 AM  

beautiful photo, and poem.

Holly 9/21/2012 1:56 AM  

Lauren - I hope it's to your liking, my friend.

Odessa - I took this photo on an Odessa day!

loveandsomewords - Thank you, local. :)

Erin - I'm glad you've been there too!

sui 11/06/2012 8:26 AM  

you TOOK that?! <3

it's so good! my surprise isn't at your obvious talent but that at first i thought it was like, one of those tumblr reblogged photos that everyone loves so much, but no, of course not, you wouldn't post something like that-- but it looks... REALLY good. GOOD JOB.

and i liked this poem when i first read it here. ♥ you and your good taste (and talent)...

Holly 11/11/2012 7:56 AM  

sui - Hey, gracias very much! I'm flattered. The full set from that day is here: I confess my months of spectating on flickr (more than Tumblr) did make me pretty excited when I got that camera about the possibilities of shallower depth of field than what point-and-shoots provide...hehe.

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