…both warning and hope…
…both warning and hope…
‘Green Windows Glow’
Parking buildings are the ultimate in functional austerity. This one, though, emits a luminous green glow…
…an early morning waking dream last weekend…
‘What I Wish For’
…light, growth, serenity…
…endless natural rhythms, and the possibility of the new…
‘Country Church In Morning Light’
…the many facets of your shining light, not to be hidden…
…caught in streaming light…
‘An Eye To The Sky’
…skylight view up and beyond – a little light is better than none at all…
‘Soft Shell Light’
…all pearl and pale…
‘A Dim Light Is Better Than None At All’
…and four are better than one…
‘Whirl Of Pain’
This is for those trapped in a whirl of pain; the razor wire of your personal hell encircling you.
You don’t need to be told what pain feels like.
But you have to believe there is some good in you, and the world, and that you will find it somehow.
Just in the same way that there is light and sky through the wire in the photo,”beyond” awaits…
“Holding A Light Out For You”
…you know, because I always will…
‘To The Island In the Light’
Islands hold a special fascination for me.
There is something about there compactness, their isolation, their very apartness – that draws me like a magnet.
“Why should islands exert such an exceptional appeal? Why should so proportionately a small area of the earth loom so large in our awareness? What is the secret of the special excitement generated when people are isolated and surrounded by water?”
– John S. Bowman, ‘A Book Of Islands’
I have no real answers to the above questions, but I post this photo of craggy Taranga Island, in New Zealand’s Bream Bay, rising from the sea and bathed in light, as some sort of response to them.
In my mind, I go to the island in the light…
…wild stripes of leaf and light rage against the dark night…
‘Mudstalking In Golden Light’
A white-faced heron manages the neat trick of managing to walk gracefully through thick, oozing mud, illuminated by late afternoon sunlight.
I love to watch their slow, deliberate stalking gait as they forage. If they find something edible, the slo mo stuff ends with rapid beak-led motion towards their prey.
‘Please Slide To Open’
There is a chink of light outside the door.
Slide the door.
Don’t pull it, or push it.
There is a slight opening, which will get bigger as you go.
Ease into the light, for you cannot force it.
Outside awaits you.