Saturday, June 16, 2012

read a good poem: muse

after reading Rilke

No angel speaks to me.
And though the wind
plucks the dry leaves
as if they were so many notes
of music, I can hear no words.

Still, I listen. I search
the feathery shapes of clouds
hoping to find the curve of a wing.
And sometimes, when the static
of the world clears just for a moment

a small voice comes through,
chastening. Music
is its own language, it says.
Along the indifferent corridors
of space, angels could be hiding.

--Linda Pastan via

midtown nyc, june 7 2012
all photos © anita aguilar

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

RG12: ana

court 2
may 30, 2012

pretty city, paris 2012: bright encounter, in nouvelle athens

skies were grim in paris on the morning i took to the streets of the 9th arrondissement.

then i encountered this young family, holding hands while walking
la rue.

believe it or not, the sun broke through--if only for a few minutes--shortly after they let me make a photo...


june 2, 2012

Sunday, June 3, 2012

pretty city, paris 2012: sweet stuff on la rue de babylone

how much do i love this couple?

her dress, with cupcakes and tarts
her patterned tights and trimmed shoes
her lipstick (perfect, pink)
his cool kicks and button-fly

best of all: their sweet smiles

june 1, 2012 on rue bablyone, paris.
all photos © anita aguilar