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fit

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blended fitness

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

Image | | andy townend
"eEvery man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life” ― george eliot
“every man’s work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life”
― 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

Image | | andy townend
why're we here?
why’re we here?

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

Image | | andy townend
“where do I come into all of this? ... 'am I just to be like a clockwork orange?” ― anthony burgess, a clockwork orange
“where do I come into all of this? … ‘am I just to be like a clockwork 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

Image | | andy townend
sometimes they can't sit up
sometimes they can’t

He was,

locked in.

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

Image | | andy townend
xxx
locked tight

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*

(after) tea time (party)

Image | | andy townend
"his mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum" - kingsley amis, lucky jim
“his mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum” – kingsley amis, lucky jim

when, all is

said,

and done,

there is always, someone worse

off.

(for justine’s tea party #7 and lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 lens, edited in aperture 3 and analog efex pro 2 with wet plate filter, and hand over nose*

reward

Image | | andy townend
exit stage right
exit stage right

they say

you will

get your

reward,

in heaven

but what

if

they’re, wrong?

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – reward)

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 lens, edited in aperture 3 and analog effect pro 2, double exposure filter applied, haunted eyes caught*

future

Image | | andy townend

AJT_3923 - Version 2

As he crossed the road the man he saw
Was he real the man so old and haggard
Of what did he dream was it shock and awe
Did he imagine, this old man, this laggard
The sweeping lines of time twisting
Bent out of shape defying rhyme
Did he ever want to stop climbing
Or was he content to bide his time

And the man when he saw the boy
Did he wonder what lay in store
What dreams and hopes might have that boy
A life waiting to hear the lion roar
Working and striving to do what he can
Was the man the boy or the boy the man?

(a poem about the future in the form of a sonnet with a hint of chiasmus for writing 201 – future)

(and for lucile’s  the clinic –  photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700,  85mm f/2.8 lens, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 with double exposure filter applied, following the curve of time*