old chapel

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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fenced in

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ashen

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dare you?

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laid bare

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peeled and scrubbed

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baked in

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bright red tomatoes

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just don’t

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yes, indeed

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do not remove

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out of place

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disused

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emptied

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well stocked

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lucky


Images shot at The Old Chapel, near Crickhowell in South Wales, with Nikon D700 in manual mode at ISO200 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 G and Nikkor AF 80-20omm f/2.8 D lenses.

that quiet earth

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…listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

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Hidden away, yet not so very far away, from the asphalted path to (over)heated holiday hell waits a world of standing stone sentinels, chalked up symbolism, whispering reeds, serried rows of silent corn. No queues for petrol, diesel, burgers (nor crushing coronaries). No three-laned black topped road to nowhere (and back again).

No sound, except the wind, and the well of words within.

Shot with Nikon D700 in manual mode and ISO200 with AF Nikkor 80-200mm f/2.8D lens.

poetry | 101 | rehab | whisper

There’s no need to raise your voice here. You don’t have to convince anybody of anything, and you don’t have to attract anyone’s attention
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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I hear you,

whisper

in the long grass

and in, the reeds

along, the banks.

I hear you,

whisper

in the leaves, of the

trees

and (in) the beards of those

who ride long,

and hard.

I hear you,

whisper

in the (endless) night,

when the stars,

fall,

and (yes)

I hear you, whisper

when you, are

gone.


whisper

This week, my poetry prompt is only a whisper

fun

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being
― Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt

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Shot on the South Bank with my Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 G lens set at ISO200, f/2.5 and 1/250s, edited in Analog Efex Pro 2

My contribution to this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Fun

 

built (environment)

A doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines
― Frank Lloyd Wright

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f/16 1/40s

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f/16 1/60s

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f/1.6 1/6400s

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f/1.6 1/8000s

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f/16 1/30s

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f/16 1/60s

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f/10 1/25s


I felt inspired this afternoon and so I rounded things off by shooting one of my favourite locations in London, the Tate Modern, and more specifically the new extension tacked on to the back.

*All shots taken with Nikon D700 with Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 lens with ISO200 in manual mode, some of the settings I like to claim to be ‘creative’, or maybe it was that Mexican beer?*

poetry | 101 | rehab | smile

There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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blue eyes
that
hold, no
lies

sparkling smile
that
holds, no
wile
(nor guile)

words
softly, spoken
not, just
words

what lay,
inside

all
those
years

it is clear,
to me

now


smile

This week, my poetry prompt is simple, it’s smile. Why not?

narrow

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness
― Mark Twain

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Wandering the streets of London, taking a break from working, I found my road blocked by the Prudential RideLondon Classique, apparently the richest women’s one-day race in professional cycling and awarded UCI WorldTour status by the world’s governing body for cycling, the Union CycIiste Internationale (UCI), the race was taking place on a spectacular 5.5km circuit in central London.

And, as luck would have it, I had my camera with me. In manual mode.


For the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Narrow
*Shot with Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 g lens at ISO200, f/1.4 at 1/1600s*