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 wrongWaiting 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*
It’s just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
– A Question of Time, Depeche Mode
Structure can be the death of us.
For WP Weekly Photo Challenge – Structure. Extract from Fashion Show II”, acrylic on canvas, 2011, by Godwin Sowah Adjei.
*shot with iPhone 6S, art on the wall, hotel in Accra, Ghana*
Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man
― Henry Adams
My photo captures a sculpture on the South Bank of the Thames in London. It caught my eye because the distorted reflection of grandiose structures that now shape the financial district, the City of London, appeared so much like the Earth as I imagine it from space.
The placing of the fantastical city on the edge of the beautiful blue earth seemed a metaphor for man’s misplaced sense of mastery of the universe.
I wonder how many passing by that day felt the same?
For WP Weekly Photo Challenge – Structure
*shot with Fujifilm X100F with fixed 23mm (35mm full frame equivalent lens) at ISO800, f/9.0 and 1/900s*
. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?
‘Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are’
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
stranger, in a strange land
plucked from the earth
roots ripped
torn
stranger, in a strange land
plucked
ripped
torn
stranger, in a strange land
you, smell
so
sweet
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length
― Robert Frost
This is my second interpretation of this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Corner (you can see my first interpretation here).
*Shot with Fujifilm X100F with fixed 23mm (35mm full frame equivalent) at ISO800, f/4 and 1/900s from the top of The Shard in London*
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime
― Ernest Hemingway
it could
(perhaps)
be said, that
liberal (thinking) is in, a
corner
right now
the question
is
what will
become
of us
of them
of you
of me
For WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Corner
*Image made with Fujifilm X100F and 23mm fixed lens (35mm full frame equivalent) at ISO1250 (don’t even go there), 1/800s and f/5.6 outside the Cortes, Madrid*
We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Like Apollo. An experimental shot at the moon.
Hand held. In broad daylight.
Inspired by this
not to mention the dreams of a small boy who (still, much later) dreams of reaching the stars.
*Made with Nikon D700 and 80-200mm f/2.8 lens at ISO200, f/2.8 at 1/2000s, cropped in Lightroom CC and reduced to mono*
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting
– Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
for WordPress weekly photo challenge – Textures
*Image(s) shot with iPhone 6S and merged with Snapseed*
Those who were living now are dead
Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled.
If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower.
From the impassioned poem on the fire at Grenfell, by Nigerian writer, Ben Okri, whose poem, published in the Financial Times on 23 June, 2017 is a searing statement from which it is impossible to hide, impossible to avert one’s gaze, impossible to forget.
I wrote earlier this week about my arrival in London, on the red-eye from Lagos, and my efforts to both stay awake and entertained before being allowed to pass through the portal of my hotel.
I decided, after grabbing some breakfast, and scribbling a short poem, (which I published on Facebook), to walk along the South Bank to the Tate Modern. During my walk I found some inspiration by shooting the various vans being prepared for the hordes of tourists soon to fill the streets which at that time were still and relatively quiet.
What I hadn’t counted on was the degree of connectivity I felt with the things I saw and experienced that morning.
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