The other night I heard my mother call, āLeonardā. But the thing isā¦ she died in 2012. I was just about falling asleep, in that twilight zone space between the conscious and the sub-conscious. It felt so real, like she was right next to me. I donāt believe in ghosts, necromancy or miracles, so I believe it was some kind of old, forgotten memory nerve synapse cutting through that liminal barrier.
But it was so nice to hear her soft, warm, supportive voice again. I miss her so much.
On another note, here are some recent photos from my 52frames.com challenge, and a couple of last yearās thrown in (remembering the Bala party)
[Click on any photo for the slideshow. Please leave comments at the bottom of the page]
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Oops! Wrong Game
Sometimes you have to get off your grid and jump onto someone elseās. And sometimes that doesnāt work out either.
The Mess
This is a pencil sketch of a park close to my place I made A while ago. I kind of liked it. Then, for this challenge I decided to add some watercolour.
Yuckkkk!
The Ride
Wheels turning on the trail
Images flowing through my head
Thoughts jumping one to next
Gravel biting in the tread
As my wheels quickly turn
Tires crunching round the bends
Wild flowers on the edge
I quietly shoot with my toxic lens
The Quest
Iām on the trail again
With my trusty gravel bike
Searching for reflective ponds
I know thereās one Iāll like
But looking into my mirror
The proverbial light bulb goes on
Suddenly it all makes sense
Everything is clear now
Through my looking glass
This week Iām off to Europe for a month. Photography is always a major part of my travels and the resulting photos are priceless to me, so I have a tiny SD card backup device based on the Raspberry Pi microprocessor. I can be sure that the DETAILS of my travel experiences will be safe.
Through the Window
It’s raining out, we’re just finishing a bottle of French rosĆ© and a bag of chips, and this was my view through the window of our B&B in Zierikzee, Zeeland, Netherlands. Cycling Bruges, Belgium to Amsterdam
Bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
…Queen, can’t think of a better way to describe Amsterdam.
Messy Art ( Abstract )
I’m normally not fond of abstract photography because in my opinion, they usually don’t tell a story. But as I ate my blueberry tart with raspberry coulis, I could see my abstract image come to life.
Olaf
We were walking through a narrow alley when I saw this very large man unloading beer kegs. I asked him if I could shoot his portrait. He enthusiastically said yes and picked up a keg to pose for the shot. Then he quickly ran into the pub and came back with his name and email on the back of a beer coaster. He wants me to send a copy.
Shadow Sentries
Every time I bring the viewfinder to my eye Iām looking for negative space, so not getting any subject ideas this week, I initially thought I was in a creative rut. But then I decided to do an ICM shot, for which admittedly I need a lot of work. Then I added an Adamski layer. So the story here is not so much the actual photo, but circumstances surrounding.
Triangle of Life
The Life Triangle has three possible outcomes
What you hope it will be
What the fortune teller says it will be
And what will actually happen
Sheās So Vain
Sheāll look at herself in anything. Even a spoon.
Sunshower
Leaves and petals
Shimmering in the breeze
The sweet liquid energy
Dancing on the wild flowers
I can feel the sunshower kiss
Of inspiration
The Pondering
Sheās gazing at the mountain
Pondering white
Not green
The distorted off-balance feel
Of skiis over bumps
Light At the End
A neon glow
Out from around the bend
The welcoming warmth
And light, at the end
Nothing Really Matters
An open door
An open mind
Searching for the meaning of life
Does the cosmos have the answer?
Of course it does
Nothing truly matters
Right and Wrong
My favourite whisky
3 cubes too much
2 cubes bad number
But 1?
Is just right
The Game
I think about my moves ahead
And how I plan to choose my tread
Life is but a challenging game
And one I wish to make my frame
Every week I get that shot
Hopefully itās not for naught
I try so hard to be fastidious
And keep this habit from being insidious
Riders on the Storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house, we’re born
Into this world, we’re thrownā¦
– Jim Morrison and the Doors (1971)
Angry BarbieĀ
Barbie, Barbie
What am I?
They made a movie
Donāt ask me why
Iām out of my box
No hands tied with elastic bands
No more plastic to look through
Now I see the city hue
Little girls, they dress me up
Their little brothers feel me up
And what about that dickless Ken?
The little girls put my clothes on him
I have a cult following
Cultural baggage, body-shame
Mattel, I donāt need you anymore
Now Iām playing my own game
#TinFishDateNight
Canned fish is so not in
āTinnedā is the latest trend
Artistic packaging photo ready
Much coin you will spend
Culinary viral charcuterie
Instagram ready bite
A tin of sardines
The foodies delight
I must follow my father
The Cape Breton path
Onions, oil and vinegar
And oh, so bad breath
September 7, 2024 at 5:05 pm
Len, great photos. Through the Looking Glass … what a creative idea, and Triangle of Life needs no comment.
Thanks for sharing.
Len
September 7, 2024 at 5:28 pm
Glad you enjoyed, Len
September 7, 2024 at 5:25 pm
…last one…..sooo true….and now herring (the dutch touch in jars !!!)….great as usual….love….
September 7, 2024 at 5:30 pm
Thanks LInda…luv u 2!
September 7, 2024 at 7:41 pm
Awwww I miss Aunt Stella too! She was the best . So kind hearted and loving. I do believe they can contact you and I do believe in miracles.
September 7, 2024 at 9:04 pm
Yes Donna, thanks
September 8, 2024 at 1:56 pm
Great photos and enjoying the poetry. Iāll never look at my old Barbie doll the same way again.
September 8, 2024 at 2:46 pm
You still have her, eh? And Jen, did you notice the last word in the poem of “The Game” photo?
September 15, 2024 at 1:39 pm
Two people looking at the same nail luying on a dirt road; one sees a discarded nail, the other sees the loss of a Kingdom.
Thanks for allowing us these fascinating peeks into the Kingdom.
September 15, 2024 at 2:01 pm
Thanks Gerry, very insightful. You got me thinking again.
October 3, 2024 at 1:07 am
Lots of good stuff here Len.
The quest, windmill,Sunflowers in water, a Hopper look Tim Hortons and of course Barbie.
But tge one that resonates with me, as a result of you āhearing your motherā is āNothing mattersā which is what my mother said to me when things seemed too much.
So thanks for the memories
October 15, 2024 at 12:19 am
Hey Peter, just got back from our expedition trip. My mom was like that too, she would play down all my stupid adolescent problems like “nothing really matters”. Freddy Mercury too, eh! Coffee this week?