Pointing the Way

Signs. The subject for this weeks WordPress photo challenge.  All these photos were taken over the course of my week-long reconnoitre trip up to the Holy island of Lindisfarne during Michaelmas last week.  (see also Pilgrim on Horseback for the back story).  Click on any of the photos if you wish to read the messages…

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Allowing Silence to Speak

Inspired by this: It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice…

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Umbral Onions

Yesterday a neighbour gave me a bag of home-grown onions and garlic that were surplus to his requirements.   Gratefully received.   When I put them in a bowl their dried tendrils draped over the edge in a wonderfully informal fashion.  The overhead light created some distinctively graphic shadows not only on the onions in the bowl…

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A South West Coaster

As I was going to St Ives I met a man with seven wives Every wife had seven sacks Every sack had seven cats Every cat had seven kits Kits, cats, sacks, wives How many were going to St Ives? On Sunday, I passed a man walking along the path on the dunes above Porth…

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‘Space for my Mind to Move Into’

Someone has switched on the rain in car-wash mode.  I’m stuck waiting for the lashing at my windows to abate so that I can take the dogs out, and where I can indulge in my daily ritual of walking as a ‘space for my mind to move into‘ (Virginia Wolf).  So whilst I’m house-bound, I’m…

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Marking Time.

Landslip 1 & 2 The subject is the same for both images but there are seventeen years that separate them.  There is nothing new about whole chunks of cliff face falling onto the beach and we have witnessed more cliff falls than usual this winter.  But as a subject that I have returned to it…

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Winter Blues

Winter is a time when I willingly retreat into hibernation.  As the bare earth becomes cooled and still, I enter into a place of deep reflection.  It is a dark place but not a forbidding one.  On the contrary, the darkness is positively charged with potential fecundity.  It is a private and sacred space, and…

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Guiding Spirit (JM part 2)

To continue with the Jeremy Millar theme (previous post, Cosmic Coincidences?) he ponders the age-old question of where does art come from?  He also queries the possessive label we attach to a work as being ‘my‘ work?  After all, how can you quantify something that has had some level of appropriation taking place in the…

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Cosmic Coincidences? (JM part 1)

“I don’t have any imagination!”  A surprising statement from anyone, let alone an artist.  But that’s exactly what Jeremy Millar, artist and tutor in art criticism at the Royal College of Art, London, said last week in one of the MA Art Lecture Series (in the Woodlane Lecture Theatre, Falmouth where I have attended many and excellent…

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Brindle Beach Streaker

The streaker in question is Zola whippet.  Whilst out enjoying a bit of welcome sunshine on Porth Kidney beach at low tide yesterday afternoon, I was poised to take a picture of the sand pattern when she flashed through the frame just as I was pressing the shutter.  Now you see me now you don’t.…

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