Tuesday 16 April 2013

The Forest


 


(I think this was mid 1990s, but it just could be as early as 86/7 when I think about it.....I have to admit it's a much used theme. I hope I'm a bit more original these days, but to be honest it's been a while since I committed pen to paper in a creative fashion...)



The views from my new house, a couple of weeks ago when the snow was still here....


My Attempt at Joining in with "A Meme"

Bear with me on this one. I think it's original, but someone might have already beaten me to it, I just haven't seen or found it yet....

Original meme "One does not simply walk into Mordor..." As demonstrated HERE





Well, I didn't say it was actually funny or anything.


Sunday 14 April 2013

2nd Walk of the Day

Apart from the usual "constitutional" at either end of the day, Gwyn & 2e get a proper walk once a day. There might be odd exceptions, if life pans out that way, but generally that's how it works. Today, for some odd reason they got two.


 It's done it again, not posting the pictures in any kind of order, apart from "random"...


 See?

 The last time I saw this gate was probably Boxing Day 1988 while hunting the HVB. Twice, or possibly three times from the bottom of Digley up to the top of Black Hill and back again, before catching our hare right by it. Only two, or possibly three of us were present when we did. I was 21 and will never be again.

The only time I saw it before that was on a school trip from Upperthong JMI, to visit the water works. I'd more or less forgotten that this beautiful little part of the valley existed.......




 How come "Don't work with children and animals" is so true? My default "models" always do their best to pose just long enough to make me go for the shot, then move at the very last second...until just once in a while I manage something approaching a reasonable picture.....








 Another "dog's arse" picture.
 There are the ruins of a lot of old buildings up this little part of the valley. It's a curious journey of the mind to try to imagine the use of them, the people who lived & worked in them, and just how many years ago it all might have been.....

 These two don't care for memory lane though....



 Ever so random, a racing car toy on a tree branch.....

Why not?


 I am not a peeping Tom, and never take pictures of people's private space anonymously, but this comes close to being an exception. I did overcook the contrast to avoid any hint of the living space within, I just liked the simple madness of the image.

 More over-cooking, this time saturation & contrast together...


"...Then he said...and she said....and I said...but you'll never guess...."





Comments

Before I killed off the old "Dungeon Wood" Blog I had a period when I had to turn off the commenting system due to some spam messages getting through, even though "moderation" was switched on I still had sometimes dozens of spam comments to sort through. Then of course there was the issue with someone not liking the fact that someone else on the other side of the world had more interest in the Blog than they did, so in the end it became easier to turn them off altogether.

Now I'm back, I thought I'd turned them back on again, but couldn't see why the option to comment wasn't showing up in posts, it should be from now on, even if  Ihave to turn it on on a post by post basis.

Free speech and all that.

Feel free to comment, but please, no spam or unpleasantness, you're not only wasting my time, you'd be wasting yours too.


"Kettle's On"

Kettle’s On….


And then the tiny ‘te ching’ of the heater, the ‘sss’ of the kettle on the stove, the crunch of the heart on warm shale.

Teaching.

Missions to other dimensions of stupid wisdoms = ˚45

But my love is far from obtuse.


I hope closer to tuse.



And to wisdom, though far from my judgement and closer than yours it seems,

Through this kaleidoscope/telescope, camera


Crappy old recycled papered sketchpad

It seems.

It sometimes seems, beyond Danny, beyond Carl, beyond Mama Mia, both and less,
Beyond me, and before.



Close inspections, microscopic interventions, and a nudge to the wise.


Too much wisdom blinds the self-obsessed Djin.



And his smoke/mirror entrapments for you, and all of your dreams,
Passported to just anywhere.

Stamped.



Pumelled.




This Morning

On the way up to Cartworth Moor & Holme Styles I spotted this hare at the side of the road...one of those moments when you just know you've got the "wrong" lens on the camera...still, she sat long enough for me to snap a couple...


 Then near the farm that might be Arrunden Farm, though I'm not sure, a field of ewes with their lambs... So, spring really is here at long last......


Walking Out Saturday 13th April. Charlie Boy's Birthday....

The snow has pretty much all gone, at least, though some lingers on the very tops, and the bigger drifts in the lanes haven't quite melted as yet....






What a motley crew....







Monday 1 April 2013

Quick Before the Snow Goes...

(That's me being optimistic of course..)

















Air Fingerprints



Out of the magnificent warm dark windy

Strange sounds of infinitely industrial prayer

Non-nature ghost of process past in distant mills

And unidentity, queer aromas, airs of making

Destroying these eyes with spectral memory

Of chemical moment and gravity, and rabbits

Downwind from this odd airy fingerprint

A walking lecture of past revolution progress

Removed guilty magnificence in our own eyes

Cast useless as far into the dark as yesterday

Turning back to windier chemical conversations

Lost translations, just sounds, love and poison

Upwind, upstream with waterfall magnificence