bien pensees (no accents?)

On photography


I have learnt to look without seeing,
Always through glass,
Distanced, but not darkly.
Peppered by the sprinkled words of conversations unheard
Surrounded by the actors caught
Frozen in my photographs.

Always absent but there; behind, not in,
Dot and pixellated
Photon by photon
Until one drowns
In the waves of
Every moment of the moment caught,
On, not forgettable.

Oh for the light amnesia,
And warmth of memory's gentle caress,
For the organic software that does
Blur, edit or elide,
And kindly sharpens only that beyond the sight
Of photographs.



Spot

(through a glass "darkly":-The phrase is interpreted to mean that humans have an imperfect perception of reality). And dogs?

wild angelica

luscious wild angelica, about to erupt forth into a froth of small white flowers flushed with purple and much loved by insects of all sorts. Culpeper (Nicholas, that is) recommends angelica for all epidemical diseases, which is just about everything so give it a try (usually to be found crystallized on top of expensive cakes).

and a visitor from space

landing now.

Maybe the black dog days are over.

good luck from Launceston Lilian

Lilian, the narrow gauge steam engine, puffing into Launceston Station wishing everyone who needs it good luck (for more pics of Lilian and her friend try this link)

and the shop, note kindly placed drinking water for dogs, a very civilised station.

art 3 lanes

cornish lane based on an earlier photo (see link)

art 2 sunsets

based on an earlier image (link)

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