I have lots of ideas for photos, many of which have yet to see the light of day. Some of them do though, and most of those are here.
Some of these were initially inspired by the photo competition website www.inspi.re; find me there on http://inspi.re/member.php?uid=5125
I take photos mostly of things, rather than people and try to find a new angle (literally or otherwise) on things.
When I look at photos I took a year or two ago, I can see how the current ones work much better. If I can also say that in a year or two, I’ll be happy. ;)
But … it’s not just about photos. I like to use words in my photos and for as long as I can remember I have written poems. Many of them I write for myself and would not want to publish, but there are exceptions and I am starting to add those here.
Some are new, some are very old. I find that the ones I like best are those that I don’t really remember writing, but which still say something to me.
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I am reminded of carnivals, / Bonfires and Guy Fawkes night, / Fireworks and sparklers in the dark.
Imagine if we were dragons, / Two in all the world, / Powerful and terrible, / Beautiful, unstoppable.
The world, this soup of energy. / Nothing solid, potentials only. / If I am made of energy, the same / As a tree, a rock, the earth, the grass, / Then I am part of all that is, / So, really can I die?…
Pub is noisy / And too crowded, / People jostle me / I feel on edge. Club is noisy / And full to bursting, / People dance, / I join them and grin.
A scream inside my soul, / Inside my head, the shape of fear.