lockdown | discover | three | song

sing me

a

song,
replete with sun-
shine

shine
your sweet, light
on this world
in,
pain

pain
shared by so,
many

many
the roads, we
must
travel

travel
as,once
we
did

did
we once,
sing
together

a

song?

– a poem inspired by a song for someone, u2


*image handmade with iPhone 11 Pro 4.25mm f/1.8 lens, wall mural, cantonments, accra, ghana*

For the newly reconstituted, and sorely missed, WordPress community’s latest initiative Discover Prompts Day Three: Song. Thanks to Ben Huberman and the WordPress Discover team for stepping up to the plate.

Stay safe and well and let’s fight this thing together, and make sure we don’t forget the lessons we learn when we reach the other side.

If there is a kiss
I stole from your mouth
And there is a light
Don’t let it go out

– lyrics from a song for someone, u2

lockdown | discover | two | open

open
open me
     open me and 
     open me and I 
                 will
protect
                 you
always
     any way, up
     or
down

*image handmade with iPhone 11 Pro 4.25mm f/1.8 lens, wall mural, cantonments, accra, ghana*

For the newly reconstituted, and sorely missed, WordPress community’s latest initiative Discover Prompts Day Two: Open. Thanks to Ben Huberman and the WordPress Discover team for stepping up to the plate.

Stay safe and well and let’s fight this thing together, and make sure we don’t forget the lessons we learn when we reach the other side.

When one door closes, another opens.

lockdown | discover | one | joke

the bear his honey he misses
in lockdown few are there kisses
but here on the wall
a piglet so small
facing tribulations he swiftly dismisses


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For the newly reconstituted, and sorely missed, WordPress community’s latest initiative Discover Prompts Day One: Joke. Thanks to Ben Huberman and the WordPress Discover team for stepping up to the plate.

Stay safe and well and let’s fight this thing together, and make sure we don’t forget the lessons we learn when we reach the other side.

It’s no joke.

uluru

‘the time has come to say fair’s fair
to pay the rent, to pay our share
the time has come, a fact’s a fact
it belongs to them, let’s give it back’

lyrics – midnight oil, beds are burning


As at 16:00 on Friday, 25 October 2019 the right of the public to clamber over this place came to an end in recognition of the reverence in which it is held by the indigenous people of Anangu.

Australia retains a firm hold on a part of me, her spirit locked down tight, forever, deep inside.

It is impossible to be indifferent concerning this continent of colour, contrast and contradiction. Much of this beautiful, desolate land remains unexplored by many who live there.

Perhaps one of the last places on earth that holds tight some of its oldest stories.

As a Deputy Secretary in the Australian Government, I was privileged to travel across this wide brown land, exploring places almost as far away from our urban environment as it is possible to be.

Maybe I will write more about that.

Uluru is not a rock.

It is an irrepressible force of nature.

A powerful psychic force that ensnares you from the moment you first see it whether from the air or up close and personal. There is a visceral thrumming in the air. A song from the past that captures your mind, your body, your soul.

Away from the inevitable tourist traps there is no sound. Only the whispers of the ancestors.

I am happy that this place has been given back to those whispering souls.

There are too few places left in the world that move us and re-connect us to our roots, to the essence of our humanity.

Imagine also, how much a boy from the Rossendale valley felt blessed when sharing a flight and snatched conversation with Peter Garret, lead singer with Midnight Oil, and then Minister for the Environment, Heritage and the Arts.

How do we sleep when our beds are burning?

It starts by smelling the smoke and doing something about it.

No?



Images made in November 2009 with Nikon D70 and Nikkor 18-70mm f/3.5-4.5 DX lens

toros

salamancastreets

Every man’s life ends the same way.
It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another
– Ernest Hemingway


With thanks to Felix and Mamen, and our fellow guests, for a beautiful evening full of light, good food, wine and for the opportunity to photographs the bulls on a glorious late summer evening.

Gracias a Felix y Mamen, y a nuestros compañeros invitados, por una hermosa noche llena de luz, buena comida, vino y por la oportunidad de fotografiar a los toros en una gloriosa tarde de verano.


*All images made with Nikon D700 with Nikkor 200-500mm f/5.6 lens*

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isla de soto

isla de soto…

salamancastreets

our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty”

― albert einstein

misty ambiguity

twist

reedy

exhausted

haven

hoopoe, youpoe, weallpoe

crossed

fallen

if you’ve got it, flaunt it

nesting

setting goals

black redstart

bs

who am i?

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coquilla

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?

fleeting romance

stacked

haunted


*all images made with nikon d700 with nikkor 200-500mm f/5.6 and 50mm f/1.4 lenses, developed in lightroom cc*

la españa vacía

salamancastreets

only the sunset knows my blind desire for the fleeting
only the moon understands the beauty of love
when held by a hand like the aura of nostalgia

Nostalgia, Emily Barker and The Red Clay Halo


Inspirado en parte por la españa vacía, el libro escrito por sergio del molino

cerrada

mordaz

vacía

retorcido

camino

bloqueado

ironía

mordido

presionado

acerbo

después

abatimiento

refugio

desolado

centinela


*imágenes realizadas con olympus om10, objetivo de 135mm f/3.5, película de blanco y negro de ilford, sin editar*

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