This evening much colder. Up onto Mynydd Llangyndeyrn, following the road to the cattle grids, then crossing the common and climbing up to the right on to the ridge above the standing stone. Walking round to the east. A hawthorn tree tangled in sky, on the ground low brambles looping and scratching across jeans and […]
Today I read this: “Did you ever say “Yes” to one joy? Oh my friends, then you also said “Yes” to all pain. All things are entwined, enmeshed, enamored – – did you ever want Once to be Twice, did you ever say “I love you, bliss – instant – flash” – then you wanted […]
These photographs are taken with a mobile phone camera this evening on Mynydd Llangyndeyrn. In digital photography, something called ‘noise’ appears in photographs taken at low light levels, making the image grainy. What we are seeing as graininess is randomness in the image. Either the constantly present randomness in photography – a question of which […]
Exploring hope again. So I am continuing work on my essay, writing about hope in the work of visual artists, but I’m also thinking about hope in my own work. How that might be. I have started a short writing workshop , and have been introduced to a powerful poem by Denise Levertov, ‘For the […]
A fragment of another book of the dark (video), made on Mynydd Llangyndeyrn. There is something that I like very much about this one, it may be that what I like about it is that it is so deeply imperfect, to the point of awkward. A bitter-sharp wind. My hands clumsy, numb fingers sticking out […]
Arriving at Mynydd Llangyndeyrn at quarter past four, and walking the short way up, past the stone circle and the trig point, circling back round. A clear sky and cold today. These photos taken using my mobile phone, near the top. Walking down in the darkening.
what is a book of the dark?having no idea how to answer this, I have made oneit is a test or a drafta starting point for myselfsomething to work from
Grateful for the road over the mountainGrateful for the sky, and for today’s crescent moon and cutting windGrateful for my warm green felt hat
Today an online session with my arts group led by the photographer Ray Hobbs. Ray showed photos from his own home, photos of family pictures, objects, places. And encouraged us to walk around our home mindfully, and with a camera, looking at things around us. At the end we shared our photographs and stories. It […]
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