Mom would sometimes send me off on little errands, only to have to turn around and go back and ask her what she wanted me to do. I was lost in words, images, details. In contemplating some random thought and stepping from the threshold of the kitchen onto the gaudy brown and gold vinyl running the length of the hall, barely 7 feet from the … Continue reading On Learning How To Catch Creativity
This weeks WPC :: experimental inspired me. camera: NIKON D3400 EFFECT :: Photo Illustrator I was out photographing Euston the other day and snow had got on the lens so I, with one hand holding the dog on the leash, balanced everything in my canvas messenger bag whilst changing out the lens. I’d had my camera set to the effect setting of POP, which I … Continue reading Playing With Accidents
i love random accidents you do not intend that peek one’s imagination Continue reading the accidental photo
And so I returned once again to that little woods at Euston Meadow, as I had to see it just one more time before all the leaves fell. I had been meaning to for days, but then we had our first snowfall and I knew the end was nigh. Ever since I have wandered around in my soul trying to somehow capture the words to … Continue reading Walks In The Woods
when the light was at its height fleeting glances through the leaves of light i saw myself temporary :: wpc Continue reading moments i have captured
When I was quite young Mom said I got so mad at her for something that I refused to speak to her for 3 days. Never once in that time did I budge. Such a steadfastness and my inability to be persuaded otherwise I imagine gave her a sense of both pride as well as a couple pinches of “dear god why have you burdened … Continue reading How I Got That Pain In Me Arse
this morning, up before the dawn hunting the snark, the lies of lousy leaders and lascivious letches, you know, the usual suspects, lost and found, i had discovered, pillars to live by: belong, have a purpose, transcend, and tell tales, she said. so after a nap, and a peek at more trolls, then a visit from a friend, and maybe it was his tale of … Continue reading mythologising, and then she said
like whispers from the shadowy corners of the past an old song on the radio yet the frequency is different and doesn’t come in as clearly – sometimes oh, October October, from the first to the last of deaths and loss and promises broken and childhoods that cannot be denied came that September day smashing and crashing as he finally turned and stared it all … Continue reading so long my month of many colours, even so
allow me just this, to shine as I did before I am blown away. DAILY PROMPT :: fluff Continue reading the flight of wildflowers
WPC :: rounded Continue reading The Gate
by PaulaB 