A few shots from a tiny Latvian village

Piedruja, Latvia
a few shots from the tiny Latvian heaven 

The photometer experiment

You were the one place in this city
that I could touch
but you stiffened and disappeared
-- you don't deserve this poem,
and this poem doesn't deserve you.
Today I found a weak pulse
beating from time to time under the floor
-- I pressed myself to it with my whole body.

 
Marcin Świetlicki
trans. Margarita Nafpaktitis

mana latvija

My Latvia is black and white, and grey. A little hazy, a bit expensive and vastly forlorn. It's warm on the heart when fingers get cold. Cleansing. Sometimes heavy; dangerously appealing.

Films, developing, scanning - Marcin Kozioł. Huge thank you!