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.
this seat is mine
mine, for the time
to cross, the
a part, of me
with all the
by all, those
this seat, is mine
Like many people, I suspect, I am saddened to see the unannounced demise of the WordPress weekly photo challenge. In the early days of this site the weekly prompts from the WordPress team often offered a much needed spur to action, and helped me find my voice and new inspiration.
The WordPress team, and their occasional guests, created a cherished sense of community. They will be missed.
How to choose a favourite? Not exactly Sophie’s Choice I know, but hey guys, you may be ripping out the soul from your blogging platform. Why not at least have issued some kind of warning, canvassed opinion, or even sought out those willing to carry the torch?
So, I publish again one of my first photo for this esteemed challenge, and if you’d like to see the whole set from andytownend then here you go.
his way had therefore come full circle
or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral
following as ever no straight unbroken line
for the rectilinear belongs only to geometry and not to nature and life
*shot in salamanca, españa, with 35 year old olympus om10 and zuiko 50mm f/1.8 lens in aperture priority mode with ilford xp2 super iso400, developed by ilford, after I dropped it on a cold tiled floor and bent the filter ring, gotta love film…*
‘whispered something in your ear
it was a perverted thing to say
but I said it anyway
made you smile and look away’
– lyrics from ‘nothing’s gonna hurt you baby’, cigarettes after sex
in gentle tones
no broken bones
tales of death
began, in torchlight
for wordpress weekly photo challenge – story *image shot in salamanca, españa, with fujifilm x100f with 23mm (35mm fill frame equivalent) lens at ISO500, f/4 and 1/300s with added effects applied in analog efex pro 2*