Strange mix, lyrical contortion of Beaded blossom and blinking infant leaves, Ingenuous, green, Roused reluctant from downy slumber; Shafts of wheat mingled, proud with tender sprouted sprigs. Subdued, harvest light Muted ginger-orangeade, A tall herbal arrangement.
A night so dark, even the heights of trees are blacked-out. My eyes, hollow sockets sucked sore for a vacuum scene.
I love the term 'veteran tree', It carries in it such gravity.
15:40, Number 23 Bus. Five Ways Junction.
A photographic view of our excursion, October 23rd-27th, 2017. I have set out the images in the order they were taken; the city works well in black and white (final image is one of my favourite place, Smock Alley).
When you look back through photographs taken during significantly turbulent periods of your life, times of physical upheaval and particular emotional strain, the oppression and stifling dominance of those feelings- the sweeping fear of never being able to move on from or distance yourself from those life-changing experiences and realisations- rushes back and throws itself… Continue reading Kintsugi, Kintsukuroi
Sun-drenched water, Nick Drake: A fairytale.