alexandra p. hobson

my world captured in black&white with an occasional pinch of colours. all images & writings are created by meall rights reserved

from the album ‘in her room’
Sofia, Bulgaria 
may, 2012

from the album ‘in her room’

Sofia, Bulgaria 

may, 2012

"

Tell me everything that happened,
Tell me everything you saw.
They had lights inside their eyes…
They had lights inside their eyes…
Did you see the closing window,
Did you hear the slamming door?
They moved forward and my heart died…
They moved forward and my heart died…
Please, please tell me what they looked like,
Did they seem afraid of you?
They were kids that I once knew…
They were kids that I once knew…

I can say it, but you won’t you believe me.
You say you do, but you don’t deceive me.
It’s hard to know they’re out there,
It’s hard to know that you still care.
I can say it, but you won’t you believe me.
You say you do, but you don’t deceive me.
Dead hearts are everywhere!
Dead hearts are everywhere!

Did you touch them, did you hold them?
Did they follow you to town?
They make me feel I’m falling down…
They make me feel I’m falling down…
Was there one you saw too clearly,
Did they seem too real to you?
They were kids that I once knew…
They were kids that I once knew…

"

~ Stars 

We do not want merely to see beauty… we want something else which can hardly be put into words- to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses, and nymphs and elves.― C.S. Lewis 
from the album ‘a nymph at the train station’
the delicate Antonia 
Sofia, Bulgaria
May, 2012

We do not want merely to see beauty… we want something else which can hardly be put into words- to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses, and nymphs and elves.
― C.S. Lewis

from the album ‘a nymph at the train station’

the delicate Antonia 

Sofia, Bulgaria

May, 2012

from the album ‘a nymph at the train station’

Antonia, the girl who is afraid of trains

Sofia, Bulgaria

May, 2012

Oh!
You have my heart so take my money too,
Look at how I’ve gone and made myself a fool,
I couldn’t please you, you never believed that I was true,
So darlin’, oh darlin’, please let me forget about you… Oh!

Beautiful María 
Sofia, Bulgaria
April, 2012

Oh!

You have my heart so take my money too,

Look at how I’ve gone and made myself a fool,

I couldn’t please you, you never believed that I was true,

So darlin’, oh darlin’, please let me forget about you… Oh!



Beautiful María 

Sofia, Bulgaria

April, 2012


…My today lacked rain. And rain was essential to me. It wouldn’t matter if it was a cool summer rain, the quickened autumn rain or the rain that melts the snow when the spring is near at hand. I just needed rain. And all I got that morning was some vague semblance of snow. Don’t take me wrong. I love winter. And snow. But not that day. Not that winter.
January, 2012
photograph - May, 2012

My today lacked rain. And rain was essential to me. It wouldn’t matter if it was a cool summer rain, the quickened autumn rain or the rain that melts the snow when the spring is near at hand. I just needed rain. And all I got that morning was some vague semblance of snow. Don’t take me wrong. I love winter. And snow. But not that day. Not that winter.

January, 2012

photograph - May, 2012

…I inhabited two worlds. Most writers didn’t see anything wrong with that. Neither did I. Not that I considered myself a writer yet but I lived their lives anyhow. We, who still had the luxury to stop and make a full turn in the hope of catching a glimpse of that mystery lost long ago, tented to escape our present to a golden age which could provide us with everything our today lacked. Everything that our time lacked, the past seemed to have in spades.
written in January, 2012
photograph - May, 2012

…I inhabited two worlds. Most writers didn’t see anything wrong with that. Neither did I. Not that I considered myself a writer yet but I lived their lives anyhow. We, who still had the luxury to stop and make a full turn in the hope of catching a glimpse of that mystery lost long ago, tented to escape our present to a golden age which could provide us with everything our today lacked. Everything that our time lacked, the past seemed to have in spades.

written in January, 2012

photograph - May, 2012

the first day of May

When you have an American breakfast and you share it with Germans in Bulgaria. When you are barefoot. When you are naked. When it’s July in May. When it’s Tuesday but it feels like Sunday. When it smells like freshly brewed coffee. When you feel at home. When the food tastes better. When you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. When you share secrets. When you create beauty together. When she is your soul-mate. When she is your favorite poet. When she is your art. When her name is Bogdana.

May 1st, 2012

Sofia, Bulgaria 

hurricane waters 

my beautiful Maria 

Sofia, Bulgaria 

April, 2012

El Camino
No one walks this camino by accident.
Marie
Sofia, Bulgaria 
April, 2012

El Camino

No one walks this camino by accident.

Marie

Sofia, Bulgaria 

April, 2012

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