For the Spring Light photographic workshop and for AM
Light bursts from my eyes,
Streams into yours,
From yours into mine,
From mine into a vast darkness
That allows us to see.
“In a dark time the eye begins to see,” says Theodore Roethke.
Photos: Harvard Square at Night
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.