‘Shifting Surface’
A wave is liquid motion – complex physics and restless poetry combined.
Always shifting; never repeating.
Its form is a function of wind, tide and topography.
Its colour reflects the sky and mirrors the depths.
Unique, and then gone.
There is something incredibly pure about that.
‘The Bend In The Water’
Time and tide move slowly at the mangrove-lined creek; there is an almost imperceptible sense of being connected to the motion of all things, as I stand at the water’s edge and when my mind is as still as my surrounds. Listen, watch, for it is there….
Monochrome rendition of an ancient painted wood panel seen this week at York Minster,York.
Powerful symbols – darkness and light; a star inside a sun within another sun, all blazing radial motion…
Even if windless and still, this tree is awhirl; perpetual motion.
A ball of relentless , spiky energy suspended in space.
I have moments, days even, when I am like that.
Then I know I need to slow the f**k down…
This picture may depict the churn in the wake of a ship but it appears frozen and still .
Somewhere amongst the tumult that sometimes engulfs us we need to find that place where we pause the relentless motion and negotiate our way through….
For an earlier picture post on the same subject matter, see the below link:
Ebb Then Flood 