she reached out
his fingers stretched
don't let go
don't go
don't
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – motion and also for lucile’s photo 101 rehab)
*shot with nikon d700, nikkor 85mm f/1.8 lens at 1/60s and f/16, edited in lightroom cc and analog efex pro 2, motion filter applied, not letting go*
So, I used to be chastised for starting sentences with that word, and in that way. Come to think of it I have always felt that my grammar skills lacked, well, lacked skills. But, no matter. I have always enjoyed writing and so, here I am doing just that.
Actually, right now, what I am doing is free writing. It is Saturday, and I am finally attending to my “homework” set on Day One (Monday) of the WordPress bl;logging u. writing 101 online course, the third such course I have taken recently in an effort to learm, or stop my braincells decaying as they will, or something.
The challenge here is the free writing means just hat, you write and write and write for a timed period with no clear plan and woithout going back to edit and chck, so please forgive the typos and Mac inspired c=sleppchecking if there is any, I m not allowed to check or go back and review – so, unusually for me, “i` will do as i am told
The rules, ssuch as there are any require you to write from the mind or heart or wherever for a fixed period and unlock water lies beneath, quite asacry prospect no?
What I am finding interesting is that I have set the timer of my phone and I will only wrote for 20 minutes and will stop and not eddf ay the end of that..And i am finding that my old exam fears have come to the fore, whenever I sat an exam, especially one that i knew i could handle and knew my stuff, i would shut down and write so fast that my fingers would ache and scream as my hand shot across the page trying to show the examiner that i really d ‘know’ , often of course that meant after the 20 allotted minutes for that question had es;asked, I would stop, look at the page and realise in a cold slimy feeling of horror, that i had answered the spring quarsion. ever been there?
So….pauses for breath, perhaps i will slow down a little, and in case you are interested, the timer now tells me there are 12 minutes and 18 seconds to go although by the time i finish writing that time will have changed
Which also reminds me how fascinated i am with time and what a strange concept it really is. What is now? Now is utterly meaningless, like schodingers cat 9yes i know i misspelled it but j am not editing tthis pieve ok? So, like the cat whose master i failed to spell, now is a hard concept to pin down, by the time we has uttered the word or considered now it is already gone, never to come back and only the future awaits, and that now rapidly becomes a memory and later fades, and yet at the times it was so very real. So, what is now?
I should also add that at school i was always told off for talking in class and generally not sitting still I remember well the time a frustrated teacher, well a dark
black clad irish priest threw a board rubber at me (ha anyone even know what one of those is) and the chalk dust exploded in my face which whitened as the prisest simply uttered my last name in a for of frustrated malevolence
And noww? Now I am writing this, against the clock, I really must get all my ideas out or i will fail and how will i survive/ And now? Now I am listening to BBC Fadio 4 listening to an article on why men once thought mullets were cool an ocasionally staring into space at the rain outside and listening to the laundry rotating in the machine behind me
Quick check on timer tells me that there are 5 minutes and 48 seconds to go, the radio is now talking about lewis caroll and I am beginning to tire, how do writers do this. And like in those examination days the point of what i am doing is lost in the moment, lost in the now as i strufggle to remember the question and try to piece together the facts and ideas whistling in my head with whatever the examiner sitting in a dusty room somehether thought it would be fun to set for students struggling in an airless room in the june sun, oh yes thanks for that memory
and so back to now, what is it, i really do love think about it, those people who say you must live in the now, not the present not the future, do they know what the are saying? like a mayfly to live in a moment that will vanish, never be there again, perhaps not even live at all because there is probably a mathemeticla equation that proves that now is an impossibility, so i must keep going, the clock is ticking my time is rnbbinyg out so this will no longer be now but added to al, the faded memories except this one with all the typos will be there for ever in cyber apace
so, i will keep writing, maybe to stay sane and then what will i do next, as now becomes yesterday
so, now that terror as the mind goes blank and i realise that i can’t remember the answer and that I will not be able to
(for wordpress writing 101 – day one)
(and for lucile’s photo101 rehab)
*precisely twenty minutes of free writing (which means no editing hence all the typos) for the first day of the wordpress writing 101 blogging u. course with a photo shot on a 32 year old olympus om10, shot in aperture priority mode with lens wide open with a roll of my favourite ilford delta 3200 inside, only edit to the images was to straighten the image in lightroom 5, after realising that i was apparently unable to stand up straight when taking the shot, go figure*
fresh tracks
real life
eschewing, what’s not, to be
seen, as
heaven, on earth?
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – fresh)
there was once a young man who flew a kite
who knew that nothing he did was right
he tried, oh he tried, to be heard
it wasn’t until the third
that he saw the light, and knew he was right
(a limerick for mara’s poetry rehab – right)
(and for lucile’s the photo 101 rehab – the clinic)
*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 lens and…no editing in any app at all*
do you remember how it felt in november
never a thought given to being a member
of that, most exclusive, club
can you remember, oh that is the rub
eventually, when you think it may
soon be time, to
pay
(for mara’s poetry rehab – second and lucile’s photo rehab)
*shot with nikon d700 with nikkor 50mm f/1.4 lens, edited using adobe bridge, photoshop cc and analog efex pro2 with wet plate and double exposure filters applied, not a second to lose*
weaving, back and
forth
his memories clashed
coalesced
the smell of those sneakers
melded and
left him
remembering, how once he knew
where he
fit
(my fifth 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 on the edge of town)
(oh, and as my fifth and final nomination, I’d like to invite jane lurie, if she feels so inclined, to share with you her perspective on “how photography helps people to see” through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, and justine’s electic corner #7, with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, photoshop cc, and silver efex pro 2, a layered blend of belgrade and brüssel*
why’re we
here, he
thought
trapped, in a web of
our own
making, or
had he fallen, and
changed into,
what?
(my fourth 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 on the edge of town)
(oh, and as my fourth nomination, I’d like to invite alexandra, if she feels so inclined, to share with you her perspective on the streets of sofia and other places through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, photoshop cc, silver efex pro 2 and analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter applied, what a tangled web we weave*
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*
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
andy townend 