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SINEM'S IN THE HOUSE.
"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias"
A shot taken in fornt of King's Cross Station, London, on a London walk with Suby a few months ago. The station was designed by Lewis Cubitt and built in 1851-52, featuring the central 120ft. high clock tower in Italianate style, with 9ft diameter clock dials.
TIME'S TAINTING TOUCH
As the sands of time flow through the well-learned steps of a dance through the hourglass, as the sands of time wash over the hands that used to hold, eyes that used to gaze, arms that used to embrace, it's only Art that outlives life, conquers Time, all that remains for humankind.
We are the travellers "from an antique land" called 'the present' travelling to an ancient land, a foreign country called 'the past'. All we find of ancient ancestors are artefacts and monuments that tell a million histories.
Kings of kings lie mute, meat to the worms, in their private tombs; as the hands of the artist still mock them, through the grave, through the marble, through the centuries. Kings of kings are subject to time; no more, no less than their subjects. The kings become play things of Time.
One day many a century away, Cubitt's tower will turn to dust, so will the cheap red PVC of the London Underground... A traveller will stand amongst the ruins, and perhaps see a plaque, or a sign, and will despair of decay. For Time conquers all, yet Art, even one single written word that remains in this glorious Globe, conquers Time.
For "Ars longa, vita brevis."
Words and photography by Sinem
SINEM'S IN THE HOUSE.
"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias"
A shot taken in fornt of King's Cross Station, London, on a London walk with Suby a few months ago. The station was designed by Lewis Cubitt and built in 1851-52, featuring the central 120ft. high clock tower in Italianate style, with 9ft diameter clock dials.
TIME'S TAINTING TOUCH
As the sands of time flow through the well-learned steps of a dance through the hourglass, as the sands of time wash over the hands that used to hold, eyes that used to gaze, arms that used to embrace, it's only Art that outlives life, conquers Time, all that remains for humankind.
We are the travellers "from an antique land" called 'the present' travelling to an ancient land, a foreign country called 'the past'. All we find of ancient ancestors are artefacts and monuments that tell a million histories.
Kings of kings lie mute, meat to the worms, in their private tombs; as the hands of the artist still mock them, through the grave, through the marble, through the centuries. Kings of kings are subject to time; no more, no less than their subjects. The kings become play things of Time.
One day many a century away, Cubitt's tower will turn to dust, so will the cheap red PVC of the London Underground... A traveller will stand amongst the ruins, and perhaps see a plaque, or a sign, and will despair of decay. For Time conquers all, yet Art, even one single written word that remains in this glorious Globe, conquers Time.
For "Ars longa, vita brevis."
Words and photography by Sinem
great colours in the background and even the striking contrast of the sign. I like this shot. A lot.
I don't have any witty comments today, too much going on at work.| camera | Canon EOS 20D |
| exposure mode | aperture priority |
| shutterspeed | 1/400s |
| aperture | f/5.6 |
| sensitivity | ISO200 |
| focal length | 68.0mm |
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