Power pulses high above,
Unaware that bitter frost grips
All below in the vice of death.
Where once fresh flowers bloomed,
Now all lies abandoned, doomed.
Every living thing returns to dust.
--JW, for Hedbavny, February 19, 2013.
The Blog of John Walford, British-born, but long resident in The United States. I am an art historian, currently studying satire in Netherlandish art, an amateur photographer, and occasional writer, who writes here about art, photography, and the human condition--some of it ekphratic poetry, responding to works of art. This is to be a site for words and images, interacting on one another, as vehicles of human expression.