i’ll be there as soon as I can
but I’m busy mending broken
pieces of the life I had before
– unintended, muse
in a tight corner
do they toll for thee?
they also serve who only perch and wait
bound and confined
reach for the sky
will you still love me?
*all images made with nikon d700 with nikkor 200-500mm f/5.6 and 50mm f/1.4 lenses, developed in lightroom cc*
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
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.
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.
Shot with Fujifim X100F, ripples added by nature herself.