we must not let the system control us”
― haruki murakami
fifteen minutes, is
a lifetime
or
a just, a few
minutes?
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – wall)
wall
we must not let the system control us”
― haruki murakami
writing
we must not let the system control us”
― haruki murakami
poetry 101 rehab: second
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*
fit
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*
weaving
― george eliot
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*
why’re
Sitting up, his eyes
excoriated by
the searing light,
he remembered
more.
A shout, just before he tripped, the barking, of
his dog.
And now,
now,
he was trapped, tied,
as tightly, as if by
wire.
(my third 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 third nomination, I’d like to invite john, if he feels so inclined, to share with you his perspective on scotland and india through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter, perspective barbed*
orange
― anthony burgess, a clockwork orange
orange(s) are
rarely, the only fruit, that
allow, us
not, to express
gratitude
egregiously
(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – orange)
sitting
He was,
The memory of the sneakers fading, as the footsteps passed over head. Haunted by the thought of, the chair. Nestling in the lap of, his master, or was the lap…
…his
(my second 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 with the dead in brüssel)
(oh, and as my second nomination, I’d like to invite miz roket to share her unique blend of serbian/norwegian culture with you through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, walking sitting with the dead*
locked in
Awakening from the unending nightmare.
Head pounding, eyes on fire.
Mouth dry.
Vision blurred. His memory worse.
The blow to the head.
The smell of damp earth.
The memory of a pair of sneakers that seemed so disturbingly familiar.
Reaching out. Cold wire, sharp and unyielding.
He was locked
in.
(my first 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)
(oh, and as my first nomination, I’d like to invite cardinal guzman to share more of this…)
*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, disbelief suspended*
poetry 101 rehab: habit
future
landscape
drawer(s)
fingers
hero
poetry potluck
fog
animal
trust
journey 2
journey
water
introduction
There was once a grumpy old blogger called Andy
Who thought his photos quite handy
He tried his hand at writing
Struggled with the lighting
And developed a habit by Mond’y.
(for Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab opened today for all those poets who participated in WordPress Writing 201 and you, if your inner poet craves release)
(and, in a piece of shameless self promotion, I have chosen to accompany my first contribution with the photos I used to portray my painful poetic progress)
Day 1: Water, Haiku, Simile
Day 2: Journey, Limerick, Alliteration
Day 3: Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme
Day 4: Animal, Concrete Poetry, Enjambment
Day 5: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
Weekend: Poetry Potluck
Day 6: Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe
Day 7: Fingers, Prose Poetry, Assonance
Day 8: Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe
Day 9: Landscape, Found Poetry, Enumeratio
Day 10: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus
andy townend 