orange

“where do I come into all of this? ... 'am I just to be like a clockwork orange?”  ― anthony burgess, a clockwork orange
“where do I come into all of this? … ‘am I just to be like a clockwork orange?”
― anthony burgess, a clockwork orange

orange(s) are

rarely, the only fruit, that

allow, us

not, to express

gratitude

egregiously

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – orange)

sitting

sometimes they can't sit up
sometimes they can’t

He was,

locked in.

The memory of the sneakers fading, as the footsteps passed over head.  Haunted by the thought of, the chair.  Nestling in the lap of, his master, or was the lap…

…his


 

(my second of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert

(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk with the dead in brüssel)

(oh, and as my second nomination, I’d like to invite miz roket to share her unique blend of serbian/norwegian culture with you through five black and white images and stories…)

*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, walking sitting with the dead*

locked in

xxx
locked tight

Awakening from the unending nightmare.

Head pounding, eyes on fire.

Mouth dry.

Vision blurred. His memory worse.

The blow to the head.

The smell of damp earth.

The memory of a pair of sneakers that seemed so disturbingly familiar.

Reaching out. Cold wire, sharp and unyielding.

He was locked

in.

(my first of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert

(and inspired by a dreadful awakening)

(oh, and as my first nomination, I’d like  to invite cardinal guzman to share more of this…)

*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, disbelief suspended*

(after) tea time (party)

"his mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum" - kingsley amis, lucky jim
“his mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum” – kingsley amis, lucky jim

when, all is

said,

and done,

there is always, someone worse

off.

(for justine’s tea party #7 and lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 lens, edited in aperture 3 and analog efex pro 2 with wet plate filter, and hand over nose*

poetry 101 rehab: habit

There was once a grumpy old blogger called Andy

Who thought his photos quite handy

He tried his hand at writing

Struggled with the lighting

And developed a habit by Mond’y.

(for Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab opened today for all those poets who participated in WordPress Writing 201 and you, if your inner poet craves release)

(and, in a piece of shameless self promotion, I have chosen to accompany my first contribution with the photos I used to portray my painful poetic progress)

Day 1: Water, Haiku, Simile
Day 2: Journey, Limerick, Alliteration
Day 3: Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme
Day 4: Animal, Concrete Poetry, Enjambment
Day 5: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
Weekend: Poetry Potluck
Day 6: Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe
Day 7: Fingers, Prose Poetry, Assonance
Day 8: Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe
Day 9: Landscape, Found Poetry, Enumeratio
Day 10: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

reward

exit stage right
exit stage right

they say

you will

get your

reward,

in heaven

but what

if

they’re, wrong?

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – reward)

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 lens, edited in aperture 3 and analog effect pro 2, double exposure filter applied, haunted eyes caught*

hero

the man in black
the man in black

Do you know, the man in black?

The man in black, who has a full heart.

The man in black, who made mistakes, offered his heart.

The man in black, who travelled so far, put away his heart.

The man in black, who always meant well, injured your heart.

The man in black, who some say feels naught, understood his own heart.

The man in black, who cared for them all, neglected his heart.

The man in black, who yearns to live, opens his heart.

The man in black, who with his art, reveals his heart.

The man in black, who has a full heart.

Can you love, the man in black?

for wordpress writing 201 – hero, a ballad about a hero with a sprinkling of anaphora and epistrophe

rule of thirds (the third)

insight
“there is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure”
― paulo coelho, the alchemist

don’t fear loss

retain your focus

and locus

for wordpress weekly photo challenge, rule of thirds

(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3 and silver efex pro 2*

rule of thirds (the second)

"we who have made the great mistake, how differently we should all act at the second chance" j m barrie
“we who have made the great mistake, how differently we should all act at the second chance”
– j m barrie

in an unstable

world

are you able

to find a place to

hang your

hat?

for wordpress weekly photo challenge, rule of thirds

(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3 and analog efex pro 2, hung out to dry*