Saturday, 20 October 2012

Ships that pass in the night


Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

from Tales of a Wayside Inn. Part iii. The Theologian’s Tale: Elizabeth. iv., by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Observed at the Sacred Heart Church, corner of Darlinghurst Road and Oxford Street, Darlinghurstm which is now part of The University of Notre Dame, Paddington Campus.

15 comments:

Dina said...

A perfect fit.

TheChieftess said...

Nice series!!! I love the B&W diversion!!!

Mark said...

This story works very well.

Robert Geiss said...

excellent.

Jim said...

great trio

Leif Hagen said...

They don't look like ships to me.... more your Aussie dudes! Ha! Fun illustration of the old saying!
THANKS for your work on this new CDP blog portal, Julie!! C'est formidable!
Glad to be back - kind regards from EAGAN daily photo

Ann said...

Great concept, well caught, although I prefer the intensity of colour in the first shot to the b&w.

G. W. Bill Miller said...

Great work on the CDPB portal. Thank you!

Lynette said...

I like this post, completely, from top to bottom, Julie.

About the portal, yes, my blog is there. Thanks for your hard work and for checking on it.

Where is the voting for theme day, please? Thanks!

Julie said...

The voting for Theme Day can be found within the THEME DAY drop-down, and then it is coloured blue and resides on the side-bar of the page where you land!

Joe said...

Terrific photos and great words to match.

Joan Elizabeth said...

You have me visiting your blog every day eager to see what you have found. It is posts like this that are so rewarding.

The poem is an extra bonus :-)

brattcat said...

love this sequence. thanks for the heads up about the portal.

Virginia said...

I like the color and BW. Entirely different feel. Good eye you have my friend.
V

Julie said...

Hah ... it was more a case of me sitting staring at the light as the evening darkened and these guys just walking onto my canvas at the right time.