Come, my love
Added 2023-03-19 09:32:12 +0000 UTCCome when the nights are bright with stars
Or come when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love, whene’er you may,
And you are welcome, welcome.
– from a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906)
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PHOTO: Sometime in the 1960s the western world became obsessed with tan skin. Pale skinned individuals find themselves the butt of jokes. Shooting with a person like Liz, who has the palest alabaster skin, reminded me of the high esteem such pale skin had for painters in the Renaissance. From Botticelli’s Venus, to Lorenzo Lotto’s portrait of Saint Catherine, we see the ideal of beauty in that age was soft pale skin and flushed rosy cheeks. It’s a reminder to me that beauty comes in many forms; and not to be swayed too much by the ideals set by any age.
