but always dramatic, sparse and strangely distant. the faint november sun adding a warm glow to the colors, less to the temperature outside…
“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
last night i went to the depeche mode concert here in stockholm, and after 30 years in business they are still a fantastic live band. being restricted to my iphone the photo experience was limited, but this shot of martin l gore doing a stripped down version of home at least is acceptable. the concert was great, and this performance by martin sent shivers down my spine.
setlist: welcome to my world/angel/walking in my shoes/precious/black celebration/policy of truth/should be higher/barrel of a gun/the child inside/judas/heaven/soothe my soul/a pain i’m used to/ a question of time/secret to the end/enjoy the silence/personal jesus/goodbye
encore: home/halo/just can’t get enough/i feel you/never let me down
these abandoned benches are my entry in this sunday’s “fotosöndag” theme; silence. when all benches are occupied by sunseekers, talking, enjoying the the warmth of spring these two were left alone in solitude and silence.
home; where i feel free, being accepted for the one i am, where i’m allowed my space to fly my flight. home; the place i always want to come back to, the same place as my love comes back to. the opposite of caged, hampered or cut short.
home; a feeling, a being, a sharing – more than a place.
and i thank you for bringing me here
for showing me home
for singing these tears
finally i’ve found that i belong here