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In the wake of spring III (2024)
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In the wake of spring II (2024)
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In the wake of Spring (2024)
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rosemaryprosser · 3 months
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rosemaryprosser · 4 months
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Excellent work. Artist and poet. What do you shoot with? It often looks medium format.
Hi,
I shoot with a Canon 5dMiii and a Canon A-1. Never shot with a medium format camera, but will one day in the future.
Thank you!
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rosemaryprosser · 6 months
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Self-portrait (Bosnia & Herzegovina, 2023)
in populated air our ancestors continue. i have seen them. i have heard their shimmering voices singing. ~ Lucille Clifton
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rosemaryprosser · 6 months
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Thoughts of water (2023)
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rosemaryprosser · 7 months
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In waters wild (France, 2023)
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rosemaryprosser · 7 months
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rosemaryprosser · 7 months
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An ending, a beginning (2023)
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rosemaryprosser · 8 months
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As I set out early one morning (Aosta Valley, Italy, 2023)
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rosemaryprosser · 8 months
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Self portrait (2023 Aosta Valley)
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life that you could save.
- The Journey, Mary Oliver
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rosemaryprosser · 9 months
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The gentle hum of the mountains (Aosta Valley, Italy 2023)
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rosemaryprosser · 9 months
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A cure proscribed (Bosnia & Herzegovina, 2023)
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rosemaryprosser · 10 months
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Summer Morning
by Mary Oliver
Heart, I implore you, it’s time to come back from the dark, it’s morning, the hills are pink and the roses whatever they felt in the valley of night are opening now their soft dresses, their leaves are shining. Why are you laggard? Sure you have seen this a thousand times, which isn’t half enough. Let the world have its way with you, luminous as it is with mystery and pain– graced as it is with the ordinary.
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rosemaryprosser · 10 months
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The empty house in the woods (Aosta Valley, Italy 2023)
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rosemaryprosser · 1 year
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Turn to the wind (Croatia, 2022)
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