Am being enchanted by Zola: Photographer - the writer's eye is like a camera, looking for the fine detail and the dance of light. Above is him and his defacto family - I adore the way they are all holding each other, tenderly and relaxed, composed by Zola before the camera went click. I am in awe of his daughter's lace collar, intricate as a spider's web.
The second image is a photograph of Zola of his novels and a daguerrotype of himself and his own father, the gentle arm of affection draped across the boy- Zola's shoulders. Love can be hereditary.
Ps: For a lovely other blog that touches on Zola among other things: See
The Blue Lantern
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