The Heart and The River

October 13, 2024October 14, 2024 — architecture, Art, Beauty, Dark, England, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, London, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Night, Personal, Poetry, Romance, Soft focus, Symbolism, Time, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Words, Writing — 2 min read

London, the night, the river... All passing in their own time. The great city - by day a vast tumult of activity, By night the dark city; shadows and light; romance and mystery. The river ebbs and flows beneath bridges, passing the old and […]

A Song For Us

September 14, 2023July 15, 2024 — Art, Beauty, Boomer's Story, Desire, Family, Iconography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Night, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Shakespeare, Symbolism, the sea, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Words, Writing — 3 min read

The song is all, we sing together, voices soar, spiralling ever-upwards into the cerulian infinite, across the universe. The song goes on forever. I felt your hand - it was a memory, a moment when the electrons re-assembled those fragments of something, splinters of […]

A song for me

May 17, 2022November 23, 2022 — Art, Boomer's Story, England, Film Photography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Summer, Symbolism, Uncategorized, Words, Writing — 3 min read

I heard a voice coming from an open window, a voice I thought I knew, a song I had heard so long ago. I had forgotten the song but I remembered looking into the sun. Time passes, we forget. Memory waits… From an open […]

How to find yourself in the dark

February 2, 2022February 5, 2022 — Art, Ballet, Boomer's Story, Dark, England, Eroticism, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, London, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Night, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Prokofiev, Romance, Symbolism, Theatre, Uncategorized, Winter, Words, Writing — 3 min read

Lockdown, hibernation, false dawns, abandoned plans and lost time. The dark despair of the endless nothing; and yet the glimmer of a tiny light far, far away in the dark distant future will always be visible regardless of how much the black void tries […]

…the quiet waters by.

November 10, 2021November 14, 2021 — Art, Dark, Film Photography, Light, Literature, London, Memory, Photography, Poetry, Short Story, Symbolism, Uncategorized, Words, Writing — 4 min read

I led her down the unkempt grass slope of the green pasture to walk along by the canal, where the oily black water stared up from the cut like the eyes of a slaughtered horse. The distant thrumming of traffic and the occasional drone […]

Deus Pecuniam Phallae

May 5, 2021May 14, 2021 — architecture, Art, Boomer's Story, England, Film Photography, Iconography, Landscape, London, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Words — 6 min read

The ancient City of Londinium, founded before the Romans ever sailed up the Thames. The walled settlement became The City of London and developed into the most economically powerful city on earth, powered by trade and exploration. The old City was so powerful that […]

Waterlight

April 15, 2021April 15, 2021 — Art, Film Photography, Iconography, Literature, London, Photography, Poetry, Winter, Words — 1 min read

Writing on water is futile Water is stone that no one can carve, save the flaming force of fire, the spirit and the light. A stone dropped into water paints a shadow of a shadow. Writing on water is futile.

Rage

March 30, 2021April 1, 2021 — Art, Boomer's Story, Film Photography, Literature, London, Night, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Words — 2 min read

Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light. I am retribution. I like the dark, I dance in the night, I listen to Chopin and read Byron, Poe and Dante by lamplight. Sometimes I laugh out loud. […]

All the world’s a stage

March 19, 2021March 21, 2021 — architecture, Art, Film Photography, Landscape, London, Photography, Uncategorized, Words — 1 min read

All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players; Who is writing your play and who is directing you? Write your own script and perform it on your own stage, don’t just repeat the lines you’ve been fed by people who […]

A Winter’s Tale

March 15, 2021March 15, 2021 — Art, England, Landscape, London, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Winter, Words — 1 min read

In the quiet squares and gardens of London in winter, the sky is etched by the delicate lacework tracery of plane trees. Here, Georgian terraces stand in stuccoed ranks, pillared porticoes and panelled windows, facades of a more elegant epoch. St Saviour’s waits for […]

Evanescent Revelations

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