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“Ex umbris et imaginibus in veritatem!” (From shadows and symbols into the truth!) A cast of Michelangelo’s David at the V&A Museum in London. “All things were given to me from the moment when I no longer sought them.” Westminster Cathedral, London. The handwriting of Karol Wojtyła (St John Paul II). A cast of Michelangelo’s Moses at the V&A Museum in London. “We may spend our whole lives waiting to live. Thus we risk not fully accepting the reality of our present lives. Yet, what guarantee is there that we won’t be disappointed when the long-awaited time arrives? Meanwhile we don’t put our hearts sufficiently into today, and so miss graces we should be receiving. Let us live each moment to the full, not worrying about whether time is going quickly or slowly but welcoming everything given us moment by moment.” “At the heart of every culture is its approach to the greatest of all mysteries: the mystery of God.” Early. Portal. Icelandic adventures: Auden, MacNeice, Armitage, and Maxwell. Night. Dusk. In flight. Divided skies. Bright lights in empty rooms. Christmas Day. In the evening, we attend Mass at Landakotskirkja (also known as the Cathedral Basilica of Christ the King). We enter the Cathedral as the congregation is praying the Joyful Mysteries of the Rosary. The first image captures our approach to the Cathedral, whereas all of the others were taken on Christmas Eve. Up, up and away! A quiet day in Reykjavík. Christmas Day. We rise in darkness and head out into the snow. The sun is rising as we reach Hallgrímskirkja, and we spend some time inside. After some time passes, we slip and slide along buried roads and find a place for coffee and pastries. Then, back to the hotel. Christmas Eve in Reykjavík, Iceland. Winter mornings. Night. Advent. “On a lone winter evening, when the frost / Has wrought a silence.” Stravinsky, Fauré, and the Hotel du Vin. Out into neon: “Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, / With charm of earliest birds.” Portraits. Landscape.

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Rhys Tranter is a writer and photographer based in Cardiff, Wales. He is the author of Beckett’s Late Stage (2018). His writing has been published in the Times Literary Supplement and the San Francisco Chronicle. In 2016, this website was selected to become part of the British Library’s permanent UK Web Archive. [Read More]

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