fleeting moments of glory
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,—
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.
Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Fleeting Moments of Glory
Fleeting Moments of Glory has been a project that I've been working on for several years. The series begun as a formulation of my prior work, as I began to notice a similarity in theme, composition & understated emotional affect. There was never a concrete conceptualisation as to where it was headed or in which direction I wanted to take it.
As I continued, it turned into something more, an unsaid & unprovoked theme that sprawled through each photo I added to the series. In the form it stands on this page, it contains more an understanding of my observations of the world than a series of photographs. A curation of moments in my life rather than images.