NYC Moments, Jan 2016
in Diary, Documentary, Travel
Ricoh GR
Picture a day - Week 6 - Images 37-43
Day 37 - 9th February 2015
Day 38 - 10th February 2015
Day 39 - 11th February 2015
Day 40 - 12th February 2015
Day 41 - 13th February 2015
Day 42 - 14th February 2015
Day 43 - 15th February 2015
Picture a day - Week 5 - Images 30-36
Day 30 - 2nd February 2015
Day 31 - 3rd February 2015
Day 32 - 4th February 2015
Day 33 - 5th February 2015
Day 34 - 6th February 2015
Day 35 - 7th February 2015
Day 36 - 8th February 2015
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Day 23 - 26th January 2015
Day 24 - 27th January 2015
Day 25 - 28th January 2015
Day 26 - 29th January 2015
Day 27 - 30th January 2015
Day 28 - 31st January 2015
Day 29 - 1st February 2015
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Day 16 - 19th January 2015
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Day 21 - 25th January 2015
Picture a day - Week 1 (and a bit) - Images 1-9
A picture a day; curated and posted once a week. That was the plan.
With two days missing so far this project is plunging into chaos already...
I'm pretending that the skipped days can be chalked up to the incompetent exuberance of new project fever and have ignored their existence for this post.
Day 1 - 1st January 2015
Day 2 - 2nd January 2015
Day 3 - 3rd January 2015
Day 4 - 5th January 2015
Day 5 - 6th January 2015
Day 6 - 8th January 2015
Day 7 - 9th January 2015
Day 8 - 10th January 2015
Day 9 - 11th January 2015
Lucia at the Swedish Church in London
“Natten går tunga fjät
rund gård och stuva;
kring jord, som sol förlät*,
skuggorna ruva.
Då i vårt mörka hus,
stiger med tända ljus,
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.”
Santa Lucia is a figure in the Swedish mythological tradition who is the bringer of light in the dark winter months. She is celebrated by the Nordic countries on the morning of December 13th. A carol service follows a procession of girls and boys dressed in white robes carrying candles. The train is lead by a girl who takes the role of Lucia, singing while wearing a crown of candles.
“Natten går stor och stum
nu hörs dess vingar
i alla tysta rum
sus som av vingar.
Se, på vår tröskel står
vitklädd med ljus i hår
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.”
It is a magical experience to sit it the gloom of a darkened church; waiting for the first soft strains of singing to reach you, followed by an almost imperceptible change in the colour of darkness as the warm glow from the robed figures rushes ahead to announce their arrival. Soon they are floating past you, shadows dancing over the walls and their voices washing over you as one by one they follow Lucia to her place by the altar.
“Mörkret ska flykta snart
ur jordens dalar
så hon ett underbart
ord till oss talar.
Dagen ska åter ny
stiga ur rosig sky
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.”