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With the sun setting behind the skyscrapers, he lay in the Botanic Gardens, engrossed in his book. Tattooed upon his thigh, four verses of a poem ...
After much enlarging, and teasing of shapes, the second last line unlocks this:
| Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Invictus by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903) |
That is a fantastic photograph Julie.... wish I had taken it!!!! I love the lighting and the angle!
ReplyDeleteJulie what a beautiful image. Love the light.
ReplyDeletenow there's a committed reader....maybe i should say committed photographer lol. brilliant
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shot. I have to imagine that tattoo must have been painful - that's a lot of letters.
ReplyDeletePerfect shot!
ReplyDeleteWonderful shot Julie!!! (and a very sellable image!!!)
ReplyDeleteThe picture with the poem is fantastic...
ReplyDeleteServus and so long
Kvelli
That's a great image, poem and post. Congratulations Julie!
ReplyDeleteThis is a gorgeous catch! The light is so beautiful, and what a fantastic subject. Love it! Kathy
ReplyDeleteWhat an excellent photograph,the shade is so beautifully composed the the light highlighting just the right spots, made extra intriguing by that tattoo.
ReplyDeleteNow as for the poem, it is very stirring but I think to myself, it is a bit like a self-help book, good for the moment and quickly past ... perhaps that's why the man has it on his leg to keep reminding him.
I also wondered what was imprisoning the poet to make him write thus. I have found it was written from a hospital bed some years after tuberculosis had cause his leg to be amputated age 12. Perhaps it is fitting for the tattoo to be on someone's leg!
Good detective work there Julie. I often wonder why people get certain tattoos. Even if it's a briliant poem that inspires or has some special meaning, why would you have it tattooed in such a prominent spot on your body?
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Great lighting and DoF - what settings did you use?
ReplyDeleteOh wow what am amazing tatoo. I haven't commented on your blog for a while, but I just want to say I love your photos, especially the little red boat series.
ReplyDeleteIf I may borrow a summation from one Mr M Leunig,
ReplyDelete"that is not Romantic,
it is New Romantic."
;-)
Sunshine Coast Daily Photo - Australia
I think I'm in love...with the photo and the romantic :)
ReplyDeleteJoan, I think that to be a harsh judgement on the poem and a judgement that could be written with regard to Whitman, Wordsworth, and much biblical verse.
ReplyDeleteAnn, the settings for the image were F5.6, 1/800. ISO=100 and 250mm. At that distance, I wanted a very fast shutter speed.
Pierre, I consider my subject to have a romantic soul as evidenced by his lying in the Botanic Gardens in the late afternoon light, with verse tatooed on his leg whilst reading.
Can't imagine anyone better than you, taking this photography and choice of words to accompany.
ReplyDeleteA deep bow.
Please have a wonderful Wednesday.
Of course he has a romantic soul! If he was New Romantic, he'd have a Depeche Mode or Adam Ant song lyrics tattoo instead...innit?
ReplyDeleteWhat a great shot. Inspires the imagination.
Very nice, relaxing photo! Wonderful post!
ReplyDeletesuperb photo! and the subject is for sure worth!
ReplyDeleteJulie, this is a very astute 'reading' of your subject in every sense of the word.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful photo, Julie!! And a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteTop shot and a curious charachter.
ReplyDeleteDid you see Hiker's latest? I thought this great shot might have been her inspiration.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's funny. No, the poem would have to be in French.
ReplyDeleteOhhhh... what a thought-provoking shot. A picture is worth a thousand words, except here some of those words are tattooed into permanence.
ReplyDeleteHow fabulous. You - a poet - and you find these wonderful shot and decipher the poem, no less. Perfection.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a great eye, Julie.
ReplyDeleteA lovely depiction - Beautifully framed!
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