lockdown | discover | five | dish

chopped
sliced
sprinkled
salted
coriander’d
served up, as
a

dish

(with roast,
chicken)


*image with iPhone 11 Pro 4.25mm f/1.8 lens, my studio apartment, cantonments, accra, ghana*

For the newly reconstituted, and sorely missed, WordPress community’s latest initiative Discover Prompts Day Five: Dish. 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.

lockdown | discover | four | street

i’d trade my street for yours
if i thought it would mend
your,
heart

our street(s)
today
winding toward nowhere

all our
streets
yours – mine – theirs
blocked

but, the street(s)
inside
our hearts

yes, even
yours

remain open, to our world

– a poem inspired by further on up the road, bruce springsteen and the sessions band, dublin


*image 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 Four: Street. 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.

one sunny mornin’ we’ll rise I know
and I’ll meet you further on up the road

– lyrics from further on up the road, bruce springsteen and the sessions band, dublin

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.

out in the midday sun (and locked down)

Clear as a bell and an echoing shell
Clear as a pane of glass
I realize, I can’t revise
As clear as a big blue sky
Through and through it all
Doom or Destiny, Blondie


Locked down in Accra.

Oh, is it doom or destiny?

Watch this space, especially as Ben and the WordPress Discover team are back in town.

Stay safe!


*all images hand crafted with iPhone 11 Pro 4.25mm f/1.8 lens*

out in the midday sun

“and from the ends of the earth, across the thousands of miles of land and sea, kindly, well-meaning speakers tried to voice their fellow-feeling, and indeed did so, but at the same time proved the utter incapacity of every man truly to share in suffering that he cannot see…”

– Albert Camus, The Plague


Today, I will let my photos tell my story.

Except, one more thing?

Some words, from a colleague with whom I am fortunate to be working (in a virtual sense), who observed (more or less) “our planet has been suffering a fever for some time, now that we too have a fever, perhaps we will change”.

He nailed it.

Coronavirus is presenting us with not only what is perceived (by some) as an existential threat but perhaps also the reverse. Pollution across the world is down, perhaps because people, people like me, are grounded.

So, are we up for a change? I am, even if only in a small way. Every little helps, no?

And, perhaps as my photos suggest, we may be down, but our planet, nature is surely not.

Stay safe everyone.

…and a p.s. as expected, the hotel has (this morning Friday, 27 March) informed we remaining sixteen guests that they are considering closing next Wednesday. So my nomadic lifestyle continues, another twist and turn, watch this space.


*all images hand crafted with iPhone 11 Pro 4.25mm f/1.8 lens, unedited*

out in the midday sun

the march is over
the great destroyer
she passes through you like a knife

– lyrics from silver rider by low


After months of not writing, anything, at all, here on my blog, here I am. Again.

My excuse, well one of them anyway, for my prolonged absence has been my wrestling (procrastination) with a theme for my writing. I have a story to tell, a good one I think. Well, actually, I know it is. My challenge has been this. How much of the story that I have do I want to tell? Will there be consequences from the telling of that tale, intended or otherwise? Am I prepared to open my soul in the way that I feel I would like to? Will anyone care one way or another?

I will, eventually, I think hope, write more here in the coming days about my response to the current situation.

You know, that one.

Part of my┬áresponse is the fact that I am writing, and will publish, these words. I don’t plan to edit my writing much, an experiment perhaps in letting the words show me the way. Maybe I will come to regret that, maybe not, we will see what we will see, no?

Over the last month I decided to start recording my thoughts, feelings and experiences in a journal on my MacBook Pro. Using Day One if you are interested in such things. And wow, did I pick an interesting time to do that.

I am writing this using my absolute favourite app for writing iA Writer. White screen. Plain text. Only current sentence highlighted. Total. Focus.

Writing it looking through the net curtains shading the window of my hotel room in Accra. The hotel in which I am now the only guest and which will probably close tomorrow. My heart goes out to all the staff here who have treated with so much consideration and kindness throughout my stay.

An empty road outside, birds alone continuing their business as usual. No flight cancellations for them. Unlike at Kotoka airport, just a short taxi ride away, from which all international flights in and out will be suspended from tonight. The majestic Sahara, so beguiling from my airline seat on so many flights, now a very hard barrier between me and home.

An adventure awaits.

About which I will write here.

At least that is the plan.

At the moment.

A random thought. About onions.

In recent months, when mulling over how to tell my tale, I concluded that I would write about onions. How, when an onion is peeled, the core becomes exposed gradually, fresh and juicy the inside opens up to us as layers of protection are removed, one by one. We are all going to experience that very soon as our world changes and we find ourselves focused on what lies beneath, as the layers are stripped off, painfully almost certainly.

We will discover who we are as we work together to face what lies ahead of us.

Much depends now on how each and every one of us rises to the challenge we face.

Our planet has a message, are we listening?

Will be kind and considerate?

Will we look after each other?

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