We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.-Franz KafkaI'd originally intended to write a post in relation to a family member and started as I normally do, looking for an image to feature. During this search it struck me that I had …
Sight: View from the backseat, Dorset, 2012 Hazy sunrise through the windshield, a backseat passenger on the road to somewhere. Everything ahead and no need to look back, a summer of profound joy. There's something attractive about creating indistinct images, something unknowable seated at their core with edges blurred and softened. Contentment suffused in early morning light. …
THE RAILWAY CHILDREN When we climbed the slopes of the cutting We were eye-level with the white cups Of the telegraph poles and the sizzling wires. Like lovely freehand they curved for miles East and miles west beyond us, sagging Under their burden of swallows. We were small and thought we knew nothing Worth knowing. …
Words Through Wires 