‘Suspended’
Tag: Sky
The Skies Over Your House
‘The Skies Over Your House’
Transitory
You can’t make this stuff up really.
Perfect cumulus cloud puffs arrayed in the sky, as they were late yesterday afternoon at home.
So perfect they don’t look real.
But it’s not the form of the clouds that really exercises my mind . It’s their fleeting, transitory nature.
Always appearing from out of nowhere, adorning the moment and then moving on, never to be replicated exactly.
You cannot capture clouds, save in photos.
And all that does is freeze their vapoury uncertainty to fit a frame that cannot ever contain their truth.
Rather than pillowy comfort, I associate clouds with uneasy change.
Change, and being fully present in the moment, are challenges for me – clouds are thus my ultimate mindfulness tools, for their unique presence cannot last…
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(for more clouded thoughts, see: Cloud’s Illusions ).
Cross The Sky
Deconscecrated Church, Glenfield NZ.
The simplicity of the circled cross, a stark symbol against the deep blue sky.
The symmetry of the angled white timber work under the eaves.
Two gleaming halves, mirror images.
They drew me in, these minor miracles, when I visited the building yesterday.
The former church has lost its sacred status to fulfill other uses today, but its uncomplicated appearance still has a striking purity about it…
Where There’s Smoke…
An eerie orange light in the middle of the day in Auckland.
This is not normal, I assure you.
The cause is smoke from the enormous bush fires in Australia, blowing some 2200 kilometres or more on westerly winds.
The sun is occluded and the sky’s light is as spooky as the events across the Tasman are tragic.
Thoughts and prayers to those affected.
Between Bush And Sky
Nice juxtaposition of humanity and nature – sleek, linear monolith up against swirls of bushland and pastel evening skies.
For mine,the house is like a vain attempt to impose order on the uncontrollable…
Sky Mosaic
Urban mosaic with glassed pieces of the sky…
Block The Sky If You Cannot Scrape It
So, yesterday’s post, “Block 6 & Block 7”,featured two buildings across from my Auckland City work office.This one, just around the corner, is another linear edifice, doing just enough to block the view but not tall enough to threaten the heavens.
Reflective glass sends back the message of the other side of the street, but there are chinks where you can sense humanity within the cubes of concrete, steel and glass – clothes on a rack, pictures on a wall ,lampshades -random personal paraphernalia .
Hope the owners within are doing more than just scraping by…
Barbed Wire Blues
It’s natural to feel blue,or trapped,or both,sometimes.Barbed wire thoughts keep us there.Fear defines the perimeters of our life.
In this shot ,I do not resile from that harshness, for I know it well enough. But through,and above ,the loops of razor wire the vastness of the sky is a signifier of the attainable beyond.
Is The Sky The Limit?(Song by Grant Hart)
As I was penning the words to the previous post ‘Radiate Away’ ,this was the song in my head. Grant Hart was the co-leader of eighties indie rock legends Husker Du and died last year aged 56.
The song, one of his last, and described variously as”symphonic” and “elegaic” , lyrically probes the limits of existence .It finishes on the repeated words “radiate, radiate away…radiate ,radiate away”, before a satellite signal bleep repeats and seems to fade into space…haunting….
ebb then flood 