Canberra, Capital Territory, Australia
Heads in Hands
Oy! In the sculpture garden, Rodin's burgher buries his head in his hands. And I think of her, my blue eyed fair haired Viking princess. What fun we had with Emilia last northern summer holding our heads and saying "Oy!" One of her very few words at the time. Oy! Oy yoy! Oy yoy yoy! That great Yiddish masterpiece of expression. How strange that it's in Swedish as well. It's four months since I've seen her though I've talked to her on skype and said "Oy!" and she still holds her head, she knows she's amusing me. "Farfar!" she calls me (father's father) and my heart skips a beat.
light up windows
in the night
no one is quite alone