Category: Boomer’s Story

Dream Girl Blues

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Boomer's Story, Desire, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Music, Mystical, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Symbolism, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

Breath of life, the light sighs, we dream. She shines, Translucent, ephemeral, Appearing only to disappear into light, Into thin air. We sleep. Today is now, time is present, Memory waits... Moments, minutes, infinite ever, Always. We remember, we forget, we dance in the […]

All the birds

— Posted inArt, Autumn, Beauty, Boomer's Story, England, Film Photography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, NAture, Night, Personal, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Sky, Symbolism, Trees, Uncategorized, Winter, Writing — 1 min read

In the misty light of a November afternoon the planet spins slowly towards another day, leaving the sun's light behind. Colours vanish into the ethereal blue of twilight, there is nothing in sight except the birds flocking home to roost. The darkling thrush, the […]

A song for me

— Posted inArt, 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

— Posted inArt, 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 […]

Memory

— Posted inArt, Autumn, Boomer's Story, England, Film Photography, Gardens, Iconography, Landscape, Light, Literature, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, NAture, Night, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Trees, Uncategorized, Words — 2 min read

The summer comes to a close, light begins to leave earlier, the warm days gradually cool and the night becomes our friend. In the garden of the Goddess ancient trees prepare for sleep and change their gowns from green to gold, before they slumber […]