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Ellen von Unwerth

Italian Vogue Spetember 2006

I'm currently reading "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens.

No wonder I keep thinking about ghosts and ghoulies.

you could never love me back.

Pale shapes advancing from the midnight air,

Beckoning with misty fingers round my bed,

Bending your faded faces o'er my head,

I have no fear of ye! I seem to share

Your dim vitality -- mine's well-night fled.

I feel the human outlines melt away;

These thin, gray hands that lie on the damp sheet

Are almost vapory enough to meet

Yours in the grasp of fellowship. My hair

Seems turning into cloud. The quickening clay

That walls me in is cracking, and I strive

Towards ye through the breach. Am I alive?

Or are ye dead? All's vague -- a wide, gray sea.

Hark! the cock crows! Now, spirits, welcome me!

"The Ghosts" by Fitz-James O'Brien

Photographs by Michela Heim

I am trying to rid myself of ghosts.

Christmas time is working against me..

running and jumping and twirling in the snow

photos by me, of course.

exploring the known world when it's covered in white.

let it snow let it snow let it snow.

At this very moment there is a HUGE blizzard heading towards New York.

yay.

yay.

yay.

photos by Nicolette Polek

christmas is getting creepy.

This is Candice Tripp.

 This is her working on her series "Tiny Drama".

It's open at the Joshua Liner Gallery until this Saturday!

So go if you can, these little pieces are beautifully haunting.

They scream holiday season....well,maybe not..but go anyway!

Yay for all things cute and creepy.

it's beginning to look a lot like...

A winter garden in an alder swamp,

Where conies now come out to sun and romp,

As near a paradise as it can be

And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.

It lifts existence on a plane of snow

One level higher than the earth below,

One level nearer heaven overhead,

And last year's berries shining scarlet red.

It lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast

Where he can stretch and hold his highest feat

On some wild apple tree's young tender bark,

What well may prove the year's high girdle mark.

So near to paradise all pairing ends:

Here loveless birds now flock as winter friends,

Content with bud-inspecting. They presume

To say which buds are leaf and which are bloom.

A feather-hammer gives a double knock.

This Eden day is done at two o'clock.

An hour of winter day might seem too short

To make it worth life's while to wake and sport.

"A Winter Eden" by Robert Frost

Photographs by Pauline Von Aesch

The cold winter is finally here.

but all I want to do is take photos outdoors.

Life's funny like that.