The glow from the distant street lamp reflected off the rain soaked cement pathway leading the way to the night ferry. With little else illuminated it was easy to see the outline of a large fig tree with its shape and branches stretching across the...
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Fragile as we are. Easily disturbed by wind, dismissed by rain. Sometimes crushed by a careless hand or an unyielding foot. Delicate, intricate, easily broken. Something lost, but not really gone. Not disappearing. Changing. Changing...
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I can not undo what has been done. I can try to steer what has begun. I can not dictate to what I do not control. I can choose what it is that can open a door! What has happened then, now is the past. What is happening now will not last. Where...
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I find often when I am walking in the forest with my camera that I am attracted to capture the imperfect, such as this image. I don't know why, but I feel it is beauty that is too easily overlooked. Things that are not uniform, clean or conforming...
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I was surprised to look back at my posts, to realise how long it had been since I had posted any blog or comments. In other ways I’m not surprise! Although I had been trying other things, simple little projects experimenting with video storytelling,...
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Where are you, I cannot see you, where have you gone! Where are you little one. Can you hear me calling? Answer me, please come. Where are you Mamma, I can’t hear your voice! I’m frightened, I’m scared, this...
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The vision of my shadow cast, over my vanquished foe. His lifeless form lay at my feet, I weep at this memory strong. I remember his body close to mine, now it twisted, contorted, destroyed. And as I recall his defeated life, it haunts me. Then I weep. We...
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Is it time to give yourself space? Space to think. Space to rest. Space to breathe, to do nothing. Is it time to stand, eyes closed and feel the sun on your face? Is it time to be in a place, not...
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It is somewhat strange to realise that Mum you left us 30 years ago today. Equally harder to know Dad this day would have been your 104th Birthday. But I remember you both constantly. Mum I remember the fear in Lorraine’s voice when she found...
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Good Light, here I sit, now in your glow. With myself as I rest, my thoughts now mine own. Alone seeking solace, or trying my best. In your light I now sit, in your time I seek rest. The restless week weighed me down, gnawing my bones. Trials...
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