I must have said the words a hundred times that night
close to mother’s ear , in hushed voice with shushes,
‘sleep mam, sleep,
try to find your sleep’.
to an ear that had heard my first ever cry,
and the first sounds uttered by three others.
A shell that had heard the lap or crash of many sea tides.
pinned back for orders in service as a Wren.
A vessel generously lent, often bent,
but thrilled by a husband’s laughter.
An organ that balanced her true singing voice
given in celebratory song for her belief,
that absorbed a bible and Salvationist’s songbook.
Open to aid all others, never deaf to need
this was now the phone for my repeating
‘mam,
try to find your sleep’.
Archive for the ‘Photographs’ Category
. . . find your sleep
Posted: December 28, 2016 in family, Health and wellness, Intimacy, lost, love, People, Poems, portraitsTags: Family, Life, Poetry, relationships
. . . . . it just, landed!
Posted: July 14, 2014 in Architecture, Cities, Cityscapes, PhotographsTags: oxford street, photographs, photography, spacestation
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Space station, Oxford Street, London
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hot and cold bubbles
Posted: July 9, 2014 in Media, photograhy, PhotographsTags: 2014, colour, food, Jam, London
My friend & neighbours jam caught the eye
as bubbles give a sense of motion until frozen or jellied in a jam! The light & colour flashed in the eye.
. . . . slipping, shifting shingle
Posted: June 28, 2014 in Intimacy, love, People, personalities, Poems, SeascapesTags: Love, memories, Poems, Poetry
was it ever quiet? were we ever still?
every day a struggle to master the storm? gusts of passion drove us from youth and innocence. love was tempestuous and softness and fragility became hardened. deep scars healed, taught and changed us. left us clinging to rocks in a sea of fears.
was it ever quiet? as we made our passage from ignorance to knowledge. were we ever still enough to find the stars, to feel tide flow, to plot our course? we hurled ourselves against the breakers, blind in passion within the foam and clasping hands, struggling for balance, for a foothold on the slipping, shifting shinglestone.
were we ever still? as bitter brine washed wounds with wet and cold reality, cooling the ecstasy of experience and now here, aloft in the safe arms of the rigging, over a green grey sea I search horizons for that elusive point of light and persist in hope,
a moment of peace in the skyline of your deep eyes and the sun of your smile.
for V
©dwk
. . . . blue eye
Posted: June 5, 2014 in Architecture, Cities, Cityscapes, Photographs, PlacesTags: London, London Eye, night lights
Boris Break
Posted: March 20, 2014 in Architecture, Cities, Cityscapes, People, PhotographsTags: Architecture, beauty, focus, light, photography
I took this thinking of Constable the painter dabbing red paint in the offcentre of his pictures to trick your eye to focus on the Haywain or hay cart. Beautiful red hair in all that greenery planted by the landscapers around the Mayors domain
The Kings Cross
Posted: March 19, 2014 in Cities, Cityscapes, Photographs, Places, TravelTags: Architecture, Engineering, Kings Cross Station, London, Public places, Railway Stations
Another station, cleverly attaching its concourse on to the side of the building losing no space inside and putting taxis ranks and drop off points underneath. On a spring morning looking as organic as intended – a beautiful space probably not thought off any more by the commuter.
Caveat Door
Posted: December 19, 2013 in Architecture, Cities, PhotographsTags: doors, entrances, photograpy, portals
London alleyway, you can see the slope down to the north bank of the river Thames
. . . winter sun
Posted: December 17, 2013 in Architecture, Cities, Cityscapes, People, Photographs, PlacesTags: contemplation, light, Saint Paul's Cathedral
Upload Gallery @ over the edge
Posted: December 2, 2013 in Cityscapes, landscapes, Photographs, Seascapes, SkyscapesTags: photographs, photography
No.1 Ives Street
Posted: November 2, 2013 in Architecture, Cities, Cityscapes, Photographs, Places, TravelTags: art, doors, London, London Town, photographs, photography, pictures
doors, portals. entrances, unwelcoming, inviting but not much noticed as everyday sights, unless you do this….
Gherkin guts
Posted: October 16, 2013 in Cityscapes, Photographs, PlacesTags: London, photographs, photography
echoed images
Posted: July 21, 2013 in Art, Photographs, Places, Seascapes, TravelTags: arrows, art, markers, photographs, seascape, seaside, signs, skies, tags, visualisation
echoed images
guessing, not googling or binging, after all theorising is more interesting than the expert where art is concerned. – that the images created upon the impaled ship’s planks or driftwood on the promenade of Weston-Super-Mare were suggested by an artist to point out, direct your gaze to, the islands in the Bristol Channel? Or perhaps they are ancient defence forts as in the Solent off Portsmouth. Almost saying, there, look, see? Literally laying down a marker more impressive than any big arrow or a g.p.s. voice.
CITY ! !
Posted: May 13, 2013 in Cityscapes, Photographs, Places, TravelTags: city, cityscape, photographs, photography
hard lines of the city
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two way street
Posted: April 12, 2013 in Architecture, Cities, Cityscapes, Photographs, Skyscapes, TravelTags: art, London, photographs, photography, pictures, skies
Old & New
Posted: March 11, 2013 in Agriculture, family, Farming, People, Photographs, Ploughing, TravelTags: Clydesdales, Farming, Horses, Ploughing, scotland, Tractors
…this theme keeps finding my camera, wherever I look. Invited to the Ayrshire Ploughing Association’s ploughing competition, by the friend of a relative I was visiting, I witnessed horses actually ploughing a field and a computerised cabin of a tractor in action, trying to do the same thing.
As far as I could gather four pegs define the width and the length of the strip to have its soil turned, (you will have to excuse me farmers, I don’t have the jargon or language that grows from this specialist work). Then about ten furrows are ploughed, as straight as possible of course, at one end of the strip or rectangle of land. After completing these the ploughman has then to go to the other end of 
the strip and work his way back with straight even furrows until they match perfectly those at the starting end. (I have tilted the photos deliberately as this would be the ploughman’s view, with one wheel in the furrow).
It looked as if the horses had it a bit easier but it was obvious from the vintage tractors that they were in a class of their own and to be admired as still working at what I imagine was one of the jobs they were bred for.
Then, there they were, standing just right for me to race away to get a shot under the leaden skies of Scotland. As it turned out I was in the warmest place in the UK for some reason? I spent February avoiding sunburn in 40-50 degree temperatures while it snowed in southern England. I had another great birthday break exploring the lowland quarries, farms, stately homes and castles of Scotland on the west coast border just below Glasgow, thanks to my dear cousins and their friends and four Clydesdale horses.
dwk
sailboat
Posted: February 24, 2013 in Photographs, Places, Seascapes, TravelTags: boat, photographs, saiboat, sea, seascape, sky
Scottish wier
Posted: February 22, 2013 in love, Photographs, TravelTags: mill pool, rivers, scotland, waterways
as I have enjoyed your words and pictures this year, thanks everyone who subscribes, visits, comments etc. – dave
©dwk
…… and her surreal word imagery also pulling in strands of popular culture to anchor reality, so we have something to grasp if not on the same, dare I ? wave length? If you have not found her dream state yet, do listen to the pictures painted with widescreen aroma by the “wuc”. I took this photograph for you wuc, to assist with the therapy I ruined, as am sorry, pleeease forgive me fellow blogger.
......over the edge 