bajo el puente
bajo el puente
— Read on salamancastreets.com/2019/03/19/bajo-el-puente/
(re)finding my mojo | monsagro
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Y ahora aquí está mi secreto, un secreto muy simple: solo con el corazón se puede ver correctamente; Lo que es esencial es invisible a los ojos
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, El Principito
So, do you think I saw with my heart?
Entonces, ¿crees que vi con mi corazón?
All photos made with Fujifilm X100F with fixed 23mm (35mmFX equivalent) lens
on reading
It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.
― Oscar Wilde
One of the advantages of being a frequent flyer is that it gives you precious time to concentrate on reading. And yes, I like to ignore the fact that many flights now offer the ‘benefit’ of in flight wifi. I prefer (vastly) the benefit of in flight disconnection from the world of work. It is (or was) one of the last few bastions of serenity and a place to hide from all those ‘whatsapp’ groups people seem to think aid communication at work. Don’t even get me started on that last one, it could become a post in itself and lead to unintended consequences.
Reading is one of the most precious gifts that we can give our children.
I remember when I was around about six years old that one of my favourite places of refuge was the ‘box room’ in my grandmother’s house in Rawtenstall. Actually, I think the box room had in fact been a place that my father was stored in as opposed to boxes but, no matter, it was a special place for me. It contained what at that age I felt to be an impressive library of books that opened up a whole world outside the (then) grim confines of Rawtenstall. The town’s buildings in those days were blackened with soot and the river that flowed behind my school stank of goodness knows what, concerns about pollution seemed a world away, and in many ways they were. The town at that stage was suffering from post industrial decline and its place in the world – defined by the dark satanic mills that once produced shoes and cotton for the Empire – was doubtful. And that is why those books were so important to me.
ripples
A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that’s it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing.
– Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance Dance
You only see what you want to see.
Only when you stop looking, stop searching, stop yearning.
Do you see, what lies in front of you.
And then?
Shot with Fujifim X100F, ripples added by nature herself.
On Travail
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
St. Augustine
The clue to this post is in the title, which is a clumsy attempt to wrap multiple concepts into a single pithy phrase.
Among my resolutions this year were to write and shoot more. Rather dismally I have failed to respond well to my own resolutions. This does of course make choosing next year’s resolutions so much easier, as I plan to have another go.
However, I am happy to report that I have read a lot this year. And I will write about that also. In due course, the fullness of time, and so on.
I have also travelled a great deal. A very great deal. And, that is also something I intend to write about on the same terms as above.
I am not comfortable with my personal carbon footprint this year. So, trees will need to be planted. Probably enough to stock a decent sized hillside.
What prompted this post was my need to share (other than on my FB page) my journey home.
high life
this seat is mine mine, for the time it takes to cross, the desert to cross, from there to here, a part, of me is no longer mine lost with all the other parts, along, the way lost by all, those others, who said this seat, is mine
castronuño
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
It’s been a while since I posted here, more than four months to be (almost) precise.
A lot has happened in that time.
It’s time to return, to re-engage.
So, rather than write pages and pages explaining my absence, I thought I would share some photos from a walk by the river, yesterday, in Castronuño.
A few small slices of life, under the Spanish sun.
Presented, more or less in the order that they were shot.
Be seeing you.
farewell wordpress wpc
Like many people, I suspect, I am saddened to see the unannounced demise of the WordPress weekly photo challenge. In the early days of this site the weekly prompts from the WordPress team often offered a much needed spur to action, and helped me find my voice and new inspiration.
The WordPress team, and their occasional guests, created a cherished sense of community. They will be missed.
How to choose a favourite? Not exactly Sophie’s Choice I know, but hey guys, you may be ripping out the soul from your blogging platform. Why not at least have issued some kind of warning, canvassed opinion, or even sought out those willing to carry the torch?
So, I publish again one of my first photo for this esteemed challenge, and if you’d like to see the whole set from andytownend then here you go.
And, I wonder.
See also my posts on belgradestreets, salamancastreets and belgianstreets…
twisted
put your dirty angel face
between my legs
and knicker lace
– lyrics from twist by goldfrapp
tormented
whenever
i
sleep,
that
ending,
depending
a (late) and twisted contribution to this week’s wordpress weekly photo challenge
*image shot with Fujifilm x100f and fixed 23mm (34mm full frame equivalent) lens, ISO1600 f3.6 and 1/25s*
