In mid-2008 I captured a number of sunset images on my mobile phone at Sydney’s Birkenhead Point: a Sony Ericsson K850i cyber-shot telephone of 5.0 megapixels. It was a beautiful ending to a lovely weekend with friends.
I’ll defer to Anna Quindlen, of The New York Times: “People who are knowledgeable about poetry sometimes discuss it in that knowing, rather hateful way in which oenophiles talk about wine: robust, delicate, muscular. This has nothing to do with how most of us experience it, the heart coming around the corner and unexpectedly running into the mind. Of all the words that have stuck to the ribs of my soul, poetry has been the most filling.”