(re)finding my mojo | monsagro

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

castronuño

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

It’s been a while since I posted here, more than four months to be (almost) precise.

A lot has happened in that time.

It’s time to return, to re-engage.

So, rather than write pages and pages explaining my absence, I thought I would share some photos from a walk by the river, yesterday, in Castronuño.

A few small slices of life, under the Spanish sun.

Presented, more or less in the order that they were shot.

Be seeing you.

As you sow, so shall you reap

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waiting

Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to hear my song
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong

Waiting For The Sun – The Doors

Lizard, waiting, in Akosombo, Ghana, for WP Weekly Photo Challenge – Waiting

I think it is a male West African Rainbow lizard (‘agama agama africana’). If you know more, please do say. 

*Shot with Fujufilm X100F and fixed 23mm (35mm full frame equivalent) lens at ISO 200, f/4 and 1/150s*

that quiet earth

…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

details

I still want to collect my thoughts and – I can’t, and now there are these little details, these little details…
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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When I saw this challenge,I knew I would be unable to resist, I have been neglecting both my photography and my writing recently. Tempted to find a lazy shot from my archive, I walked outside and took a shot of the first thing I saw. It is far from technically good, it was hand held, and taken too quickly. But hey, it’s Friday afternoon, it’s Summer and I’ve been writing proposals all day and it’s now time for a beer, no?


for wordpress weekly photo challenge – details
*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor af-s 70-200mm f/4 lens at 160mm, 1/250s f/4 and IS 1250, should really go back with a tripod and do this properly but decided to submit this anyway as it’s friday*