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Europäische Hornisse (Vespa crabro)
(c) Wolfgang Piepers

The Descent

The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned.
Memory is a kind
of accomplishment,
a sort of renewal
even
an initiation, since the spaces it opens are new places
inhabited by hordes
heretofore unrealized,
of new kinds—
since their movements
are toward new objectives
(even though formerly they were abandoned).

No defeat is made up entirely of defeat—since
the world it opens is always a place
formerly
unsuspected. A
world lost,
a world unsuspected,
beckons to new places
and no whiteness (lost) is so white as the memory
of whiteness .

With evening, love wakens
though its shadows
which are alive by reason
of the sun shining—
grow sleepy now and drop away
from desire .

Love without shadows stirs now
beginning to awaken
as night
advances.

The descent
made up of despairs
and without accomplishment
realizes a new awakening:
which is a reversal
of despair.
For what we cannot accomplish, what
is denied to love,
what we have lost in the anticipation—
a descent follows,
endless and indestructible .
William Carlos Williams

Marea baja con más olas que días pasados y oscuro por la mar

Oregon Sunflowers, Summer 2026

A quiet winter road winding through a natural tunnel of tall poplar trees. Fresh snow has covered everything in white, while two parallel tire tracks remain from a passing car, tracing the curve of the road and making the bend even more visible. A simple scene of winter, solitude, and movement frozen in time

Door Vivian Kramer, Colijnsplaat

a cozy cafe

A distant shot of a Fulmar in flight over the North Sea at RSPB Bempton Cliffs. Taken on a recent visit. Many thanks to all who take the time to view, comment or fave my images.

"(William Edward de Winton: 1899)
Duisburg (Zoo)"