“My pace quickens as I see the walled city that is Recoleta Cemetery. All I need to do is walk around the wall and I will be inside. Tantalising angels fly high above.”
My journal, 6 December 2007
Arc, angel shows one such heavenly temptress, reflected in the glass door of the tomb that flaunts this gem of an arched window.
I was born in Montreal in 1967, grew up in England and live between London and Buenos Aires. Like many, I came to Buenos Aires to dance tango and fell under the spell of this city where strangers talk to you, tango music seeps on to the streets and the ornate crumbling buildings speak of grander times. I love writing and crafting words – I've worked as a sub-editor for more than 20 years – and taking photographs.
I loved this photo the first time you ever showed it to me.
When I look at it I see my ‘moments of clarity’ – you know, those incredible moments when a penny finally drops and you just know the thing, when everything in the mind and in the Universe becomes totally and utterly clear, and you know that whatever lies ahead of you, it is going to be magical.
Your wonderful photo conjures up all of that for me. Wicked!
I love the title you give it too: Arc, angel. Perfect.
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Wow! Unofficially it will now have your subtitle: moments of clarity. Pleased you like the title. All those years of coming up with magazine headlines and captions were not in vain! Thanks for such a marvellous comment.
Love how the reflection fades into the sky. Soft edges on the statue and sharp edges on the reflection really works.
Yes, they make a great pair, don’t they? Haven’t managed to get them like that again since, though. But I will!
something playful about this and a window into a dream…
You’re right about it being playful. I can imagine the statue mischievously conjuring the cherub with a sweep of her arm.