Grive2 Milan Malovrh
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood
But the valleys were draining the darkness
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:
Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,
Making no sound.
Grey silent fragments
Of a grey still world.
The curlew’s tear turned its edge on the silence.
Orange, red, red erupted
Shook the gulf open, showed blue,
The dark woods, from the kindling tops,
There, still they stood,
But now steaming, and glistening under the flow of light,
Stirring under a thaw while all around them
Not one snorted or stamped,
High over valleys, in the red levelling rays.
May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place
Hearing the horizons endure,
May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place.
About the Artist:
My name is Milan Malovrh and I´m living in a small town in Slovenia, Trzic. To photograph is my number one hobby, and during the last short forty years it has become a really big passion. I love seeing the world through my camera because it´s opening the eyes for things, that you don´t see by the first view.
Thanks to everyone, who´s watching my pictures!
Photographs used with Kind Permission of Milan Malovrh
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