Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Jan 10th Stone

Feather
A black raven feather glistens with raindrops. 
A feather can be re-formed even if the fronds are unhooked.
A feathered is engineered; it is designed to fulfill its task.
Its blackness if no absence of colour, for the feather shines,
Bright, with the darkness of every hue imaginable hue.


Monday, 9 January 2012

Jan 9 Stone

Polka dots of rain decorate a concrete wall, while the mist in the glen briefly returns winter-dead heather to it's flowering purple haze once more.

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Jan 8 Stone

Trying to take photo of the same thing in different lights, against different backgrounds.
Also saw artist David Hockney talking about colour and really looking at things.
I realised with excitement and delight something that is probably glaringly obvious to most other people:-

Light does not just illuminate;
It's absence does not just create shadow.
Light or the lack of it
Creates and alters colour.



Saturday, 7 January 2012

Jan 7 stone

Our hands hold our history.
From the baby's full tiny fist
Through the growing strength
Of youth and competency of
Adulthood, we use up our hands
Into the leaner, gnarled, revealing
Ones we exhibit as we age.

Friday, 6 January 2012

2nd Jan Stone

This one seems to have got lost along the way somewhere but here it is anyway.
 
Jan 2nd
Snow scatter on the hill top momentarily attracts white clouds and sunlight, before the dark rain thunder heads return.





Jan 3-6 Stones

Jan 3rd
Encounter
A sudden reminder of how strong, how vulnerable each human is.
To survive we cannot afford to dwell on our fragility.
Yet the beauty, complexity of each human life is worthy of awe and wonder.

Jan 4th
A grey cloud touches on
the lower heights of the hill,
sheds its burden of rain
rises, now white, to curl
comforting, scarf-like,
hugging the peak.

Jan 5th
Sunshine highlighted the iridescence of starling feathers

Jan 6th
Raindrops race each other down the windowpane just because they can.

Sunday, 1 January 2012

1 Jan 2012

An eagle held the air watching first-footers on his hill today.  The sunset early and hastened their departure.  Gliding serene, the watcher rode a thermal to roost high up, upon a crag.