finding-my-bliss

This wasn't a brilliant picture I'd taken with my phone at the airport but there was something attracting me to it so I spent a little time editing.  At first I thought it was the composition's vertical and octagonal lines, the repeated patterns or reflections that I found interesting, but on further contemplation I realised it was something other drawing my attention, something deeper to do with the human story. There was a fascination going on with the two older figures and their two suit-cases striding under the clock, also the way my son in the foreground seemed to be gazing their way in deep thought, this sparked my interest! I was picking up on nostalgia and poignancy here... After studying this image for a while I realised the significance ~ There was my youngest son only just starting out on his family journey, made me think of what lies ahead for him and, of course, the answer is no one really knows.  But was he wondering about this as he looked o...

I'm an aspiring writer, this writing awareness has evolved... I don't think I would have come to this realisation, that I can actually write had it not been for my blog and the love of photography staged here, but due to use my desire to write has grown little by little... sigh! I have always loved to read a good line or two, sometime ago I came across a 'master', a 'master' of this writing craft! I asked him if I may use his words on my blog from time to time with credit of course, he agreed, with no further ado here we go ~ Feeling my path Posted by Simon Parke, 18 February 2015, 5.57am I will proceed slowly this Lent season. I may walk fast, for life goes on; but I will live slow, noting the sky, feeling the path beneath my feet, noting the moment: When I open the curtains When I catch the bus Meet my friend Butter the toast Sit with pain Make the coffee Take the call Sooth the tears Bored to tears Struggle to love ...

The new camera I bought before my love died almost a year ago now still lies in it's box, used only a couple of times! My old faithful light catcher, bound by an elastic band to keep the batteries from falling out is the one I cling to for ease and comfort of the familiar, even though I know she is an aging lady like me, not quite as sharp and perhaps not as bedazzling as her modern counterparts. Having said that she continues to amaze me with her images... I'm clinging to the familiar, it's like I'm waiting for the lights to change for a shift from the static to pick up from where I left off before my love died, waiting for the signal, the green light to release me from this stuckness to move forward, maybe for a speedy get-away! I've had this kind of paralysis over the last few months, I thought the grieving for my love would be melting away by now, that I would be emerging with renewed vigour with the promise of spring, but no I'm trapped for the time...

Seeing ~    buds waiting to open Thinking ~    I must bide my time to sparkle again Feeling ~    restrained but not broken Intuiting ~    there's something good on the horizon. "This place where you are right now,  God circled on a map for you".   Hafiz    S ource ~  Love is a Place

"People are like stained glass windows: They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within". Elisabeth Kübler-Ross     Source  ~   word for the day.