> Posted by darkling eye on September 29, 2013 > > > Under The Spokes (2013) john luke chapman > I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. Once one has seen God, what is the remedy? ‘Mystic’ (1963) Sylvia Plath Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
John Luke, this is incredibly gorgeous. I love how the flora feels like it’s moving underwater. It makes me think of jellyfish. Reply
Brilliant!
John Luke, this is incredibly gorgeous.
I love how the flora feels like it’s moving underwater. It makes me think of jellyfish.
Hi John, I hope you’re okey.
Looking forward to see some updates here soon…
Amazing Blog,Nice to meet you,Regards