A photographic investigator always has warm relations with people that most would call “unconventional”. Like -in this case- tarot readers and fortune tellers. It was in a meeting with a tarot reader that he pointed out that my spirit animal for the month of May would be the bat. I wouldn’t really know what to do with this information if at the same moment I were not browsing through one of my latest photographic investigations: the girl with the bat on her blouse. And then that famous sonnet from Shakespeare came to mind:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
There is no conclusion to this blog post nor to that photographic investigation -or to any human life for that matter- except that nothing can shake the loveliness of my beloved May or the anticipation of the most wonderful and lovely things in the days to come, even if their messenger is not a darling bud bat a dark bat…
