Taken by light, as in Dylan Thomas poem. The poem is not about photography but its a beautiful poem about one being overwhelmed by strangeness, about succumbing to love, about giving oneself without return. Its not a poem about photography but has its own light.
I am 51 years old, I live in Lisbon, Portugal. I do amateur photography mainly focused on my own life, the places I visit, the people I love. I particularly like images that can be understood “universally”, no matter where or when they were taken, images that need no explanation or context, images that speak for themselves. Not that I’m not interested in documentary photography, on the contrary, but it’s just not what comes out of my camera.
I also prefer little or no editing: I would like to master the exact combination of light, composition, framing and perspective so that the image coming through my lens reflects what my eyes and my mind are seeing. Most of the times it does not happen like that. But I take great pleasure on trying and the result is just part of the path.
Love in the Asylum, Dylan Thomas
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.