
‘Masonic Lodge Window’
… note the freemasonry symbol of the angled square in the upper part of the window…
‘Masonic Lodge Window’
… note the freemasonry symbol of the angled square in the upper part of the window…
‘Lace And Green’
“Leadlight (Faded Memories)”
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frame it up with blackened lead
fill it in with frosted glass
forget the things that went before
faded memories
cannot last
‘Freedom, Communism, A Mannequin’
A surreal scene during Catalan protests in Barcelona in October last year.
A mannequin is unmoved as a fashion store window is daubed with a red hammer and sickle and a yellow freedom protest ribbon. Leafy trees and the sky are reflected in the window, giving a sense of calm in the general unrest.
‘Porthole (Tiny Soul Window)’
Past the imperfect paint work and the rust stains, to the tiny window on it all .Within, the shelter of the cabin; outside, the vastness of the sea. If I would peer through you, what sort of soul would I see?
‘Porthole (Tiny Soul Window)’
Past the imperfect paint work and the rust stains, to the tiny window on it all .Within, the shelter of the cabin; outside, the vastness of the sea. If I would peer through you, what sort of soul would I see?
Window, Tower of London October 2019
We all want to be seen to be broad minded and to be the one to take the wider perspective.
This shot of a window in the Tower of London (a prison to many unfortunates centuries ago) gives a little lie to that virtue.
For there is a time to take the narrow view.
When it is the only view.
When you are in darkness, or a jail of circumstances beyond your control.
Then the sliver of light and the merest glimpse of the exterior is enough to give hope.
Some small positivity, manageable to a damaged spirit.
The whole luminescent world of possibility is too much to contemplate in that grim time.
If you are there, as I have undoubtedly been, it’s okay to do only what you can and take the narrow view…
“And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of”
-William Shakespeare
Pittenweem…and still it teems…
Inclement weather was no impediment to savouring the view, over the chimney tops and down to the boats,in the harbour at Pittenweem a couple of days ago
Water everywhere,vertical and horizontal…