Tag Archives: purpose

Beyond ~ Bladud Fleas#writephoto

Everything alive here, now and before, is the favour of the sun; its light and warmth. In the cold of late winter, before the spring, before the earth has warmed and, in its turn, warmed the air which remains chill … Continue reading

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Order #midnighthaiku

Order and chaos Seeking to define purpose Which is the master

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , | 11 Comments

The Battered Hat ~ Bladud Fleas #writephoto

The tradition dates back to yore, when a common man had no eye for words as written on a page, nor either a hand to make them. A symbol, an object he would recognise, was more helpful to him and … Continue reading

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Too much light…

The soft colours of dawn were painting the sky as I left for work. The village streets, preternaturally quiet now that the schools were on holiday, were, for once, easy to negotiate. Parked cars take up half the width of … Continue reading

Posted in The Silent Eye | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Scavengers #midnighthaiku

Image | Posted on by | Tagged , , | 13 Comments

Gemini in the sky: unwelcome #writephoto

The howling winds screech dirges around the edifice of grey rocks. Rain lashes at the pallor with drops running down as fusillade of tears. All the vestiges of the the former days of glory are eroded and only the skeletal … Continue reading

Posted in photo prompt | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Lenses

“Religion is a matter of diet. You must choose what suits your spiritual digestion, I suppose.” Naomi Jacob, ‘Four Generations’. Growing up, I loved the stories that Naomi Jacob wrote about the Gollantz family. I am not Jewish, though some … Continue reading

Posted in Spirituality, symbolism | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Red beast

I lost the plot completely, unleashing a vituperative stream of incandescent profanity that took even me by surprise. I had been doing so well too. The metaphorical cat had only been kicked in silent solitude, but there are occasions when … Continue reading

Posted in Life | Tagged , , , , , | 6 Comments