Photo Series – Lagos Island #1

There’s a palpable, breathable melancholy about Lagos Island. It is a wild and claustrophobic place. It is beautiful, quiet, and noisy. Sparse, congested, and industrial. Ugly, fascinating, and begging-to-be-photographed. I took some pictures and captioned them with lines from one of my favourite Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poems, God’s Grandeur. 

“The world is charged with the grandeur of God.”
“It will flame out, like shining from shook foil”
“It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil”
“And for all this, nature is never spent;”
“There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;”
“And though the last lights off the black West went”
“Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —”
“Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”

Author: Tomi

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