into the white lands - marco dadone -
I left with the blood of sprigtime dawns
and passed by the deception of summer
I cried with the last leaves
and talked with the skeleton trees
I walked the line between seasons
like a cut in the skin
then with the first snow,
I entered the wood
my path cleared and my sight deeper
as the wihiteness came
and slow flakes landed on my black hat.
I went on in my big boots
until I felt my nose no more
into things dissolving without a shadow
this meadow of cold air
owns a blessed silence
I'm a jigsaw
parts of me are made by snow
the creacking of the branches
that robin with round eyes
are happiness
so my forest has changed
I'm with her
unraveling.
All shots with SIGMA SD1 Merrill
with SIGMA 135 mm Art,
SIGMA 28 mm Art,
SIGMA 24-105 Art
and SIGMA 8-16
in north west Italy.
by marco dadone
