All the birds

November 27, 2022November 27, 2022 — Art, 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 […]

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 […]

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.

All The World’s A Stage (part two)

March 21, 2021March 21, 2021 — architecture, Art, Film Photography, Landscape, Photography, Poetry, Russia, Travel, Uncategorized, Winter, Words — 2 min read

We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. The nightmare of the Brutalists is anything that isn’t made of concrete, has curves and decorations and exists for beauty. Something like this, perhaps. Here is the Cathedral […]

Winterlight

March 16, 2021March 16, 2021 — Art, England, Landscape, Literature, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Winter, Words — 1 min read

Under the darkling empyrean, the sun retreats from winter’s freezing kiss, leaving just a radiance before the pale moon stares down like the unseeing eye of a slaughtered horse. The Oak tree, now in winter sleep, oblivious to the changing days, will wake again […]

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

Category: Winter