landscape on the turn
throws me back to another time, another place
in the mountains of Lazio
we gathered to write
taking inspiration from the changing colours
we gathered to share
visiting the ruins in Rome
ice creams and coffees
we gathered to create magic
raindrops on petals
a delicate caress is
felt within the soul
leaves changing colour
chilly strolls with hands deep
in pockets, in wonder and awe
This is what I love.
My camera is my eye. It helps me see what I see better.
My camera helps me to appreciate what I love. Nature.
My photography is an archive and a mediation. It slows me down.
Going out and taking pictures brings me joy.
I’m intrigued my Mother Nature’s expressions. And my camera helps me to take the time with her.
I do not create for an algorithm. I do not create for likes and approval.
I create for me. I create for joy.
Me sharing my creations is like a ‘show and tell’. Look this is what I love.
The first crisp days of autumn, give them to me.
Commonly known as Sheree, with the scientific name being Nigtum Deam, found mostly within coastal areas, regularly at sea.
She is able to listen with attention and sometimes offers unwarranted advise. Her heart is in the right place.
She thrives in green humid spaces, on mountain sides in solitude, often retreating to Scottish glens to laugh at the moon.
She starts to pale and fade in monotonous, negative climates where light is limited and restricted.
She can be lured by white chocolate lattes and any variety of breads. At which point, she will shift into the pleasure zone, all petals opening to receive joys with a smile.
after Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh
Try to praise this chaotic world,
as the first of April dawns fresh,
with welcome light, and slight breeze of delight.
The blossom is waiting to bloom
as the fruit trees inch towards the sky.
You must praise this chaotic world.
You must keep hope when things go awry
while those few, usually white and male,
act like stewards for all humankind, communities
they have very little contact with
let alone care about.
You should praise the chaotic world.
Remember you are not alone, within you
are generations of people who have been here before.
Who did not moan or falter but protested.
They survived so we could thrive
in companionship with the trees,
seas, hummingbirds and ferns.
Praise the chaotic world
and the chance to emerge
as Spring light has returned
after when we think that all was lost.
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