Nick Woodland
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I took a photography course in High School in Concord, Massachusetts and felt like a flegling artist armed with my fathers old Leica. I captured the changing leaves in Autumn, friends in ‘artsy’ poses, historical monuments in unique perspective. Sadly, for whatever reason, the interest died and was only recently peaked with the purchase of a sleek new SLR digital. I’ve gotten some filters, and a few lenses and am working my way back to the love of ‘Capturing’ that I had in high school.
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Art
Writing
The Castle on the Hill
We careened off the plateau of the Northern Cape and Namaqualand, over an enormous escarpment, and plunged down into a lush new world.
Barren Big Bend
Barren, desolate, stark desert plains stretch for miles abutted by mountains of ochre and burnt sierra that seem to sear in the crepuscular heavens.
The Dam
Water sluices through the gate with all the beauty God can create. / The sun is at an angle, the ice is thawing, a pyramid of light, a triangle. / There is turbulence after the gate, small riffles, ed…
Mandalay
The day dawns raining, cloudy, cold and gray / Awaken nothing, everything stay I see a chance in a puddle, an idea, a way. / Awaken nothing, everything stay Above the clouds swirl, roil, tumbl…
The Blank
I wait for a Bus that never comes / for a song that never sings / for a day that never dawns I speak to the heavens above / for a leaf that never falls / for a rain that never forms It is …
Tales From the Carpet Souk
The arabesque detail never failed to capture his lingering eye. It was a simple carpet really, but the beauty lay in that simplicity. It didn’t look like the other carpets, the wizened old Bedouin m…
