over, along night’s avenue streaming,
as hope or moth above street-lamp flying,
paradise flutters the evening air.
Is it the almond’s coral bay
which beckons both the heart and eye
to fabled continents of pearl
where paradise gardens sway with the wind?
Caught in a crochet of leaves and tresses-
a conjured trellis of gold and green-
close to the touch yet not for touching,
paradise hovers an inch out of hand.
So April ends and the charm is over.
One dawn within the shaken boughs
we find a death’s-head choked with blossom….
paradise gardens fall in the wind.
(Derek Stanford, 1918)
There was a time Indian Lilac blomming daringly in a summer. But before that flowers were even waiting to bloom, there was a person who listened someone's secret dream.
What could be the dream of a little girl three years ago? Whom did she trust and open her heart? Now, these are not important at all. Whom, did I trust? May I ask myself again. Is there a posibility she can manage with? It is not important at all. However, the only important thing is to carry on.
One may not notice that receiving trust from someone is a responsibility to maintain the trust.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
Monday, June 29, 2009
Deceiver's Season
The Misery of Night
Night possess the mysterious quality if it is extremely beautiful.
One night in June, a sad girl saw a bunch of beautiful white flowers while she was walking on a moonlit path. The flowers were very delicate that she remembered the poem of William Wordworths, "The Daffodils". She stopped and a glimpse of smile appeared in her eyes and captured the beauty of white delicate flowers. It was a crowd of willowy flowers floating in the breeze. To capture them in a natural state and sharpness seems to be a trade-off. The girl forgot about her problems and sadness trying to solve the misery of capturing the willowy floating petals. Sometimes, I hope someone will remember a girl who used to walk around at night with a pocketful of stars and a heartful of dreams when she is sad or angry.
Flower Name : Crinum latifolium
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin (ပန္းပံုျပင္)
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Beauty of Complication
W. Joe Innis, Artist
There was in December 2007, Annivesiry of Faculty of Agriculture was held. There was a friend place that attracted me so much. That was the display of lilies.
There were stalks entangled among each other to make them into a knot. It was a very simple arrangement that just put the whole plant into a pot and tied into a knot of flowers. There was a feeling of entangle. It makes me smother to see that knot of flowers but it is amazingly simple and natural decoration that is attractive.
In life, I always felt entangle or supressed but it is part of me. I have to communicate and cooperate to make a simple yet beautiful compromise with others though it may restrain my freedom. Yes, I want to be part of the knot of flower to creat a beautiful place around me.
Photographer: Pan Pon Pyin
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
