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Chair

The King sat on a throne
of velvet and gold,
and commanded the poor
to do as they’re told.

The poor man’s better throne
is an old rocking chair
on a breezy sunlit porch —
there’s simply no compare.

👁️ A red velvet and gold throne under a canopy
📍 Throne Room, Vladislav Hall, Prague Castle
📅 9 Jun 2025
📸 Nikon D5600
⚪️ Nikkor DX 35 mm ƒ1.8G
🎞️ ISO 3200, ƒ6.3, -0.7 ev, 1/125s

Crystal
A #poem in three parts

i.

In fell tunnel, or maybe a cave,
I groped around, to its blackness a slave.

In slow, blind motion, forward I move,
stumbling in a cavernous groove.

My senses, minus the gifts of my eyes,
felt cold stone walls, stalagmites of lies.

This Gothic hall of my stony cage
was built of love that descended to rage.

🧵👇🏼

Hand-painted street sign
beneath modern metal one —
Which is the shadow?

👁️ Two street signs, a modern one of metal and bright enamel, the other dark and hand painted in old type
📍 Křížovnická, Prague
📅 8 Jun 2025
📸 Nikon D5600
⚪️ Nikkor DX 35 mm ƒ1.8G
🎞️ ISO 1250, ƒ22, -0.7 ev, 1/80s

In person this was eyebleedingly electrifyingly red. The reproduced image simply cannot compare - not even after some editing attempting to recreate the experience burned into our memories. The colors just aren't in gamut. So you'll have to imagine dousing your eyes in ketchup and staring directly at the sun. Then, maybe then, you can truly appreciate the full effect of this Prague building in golden hour light.
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#Prague #praha #summer #travel #europe #culture #architecture #goldenhour #light #shadow #color #red #sculptural #facades #design

Dead lock

I put a diamond on her ring
that would cut the mirror of my soul.
A golden band that bound me
to an ever deeper sinking hole.

To shovel love into the endless pit,
addicted to sorrow, passing blame,
no coal left to fire the furnace with,
tears to douse flickering passion‘s flame.

I sought the key of brass and iron
to lock tight the doors that led to past,
but found the lock had snapped apart
and was of weakened metal cast.