By graysummers, 27-Sep-2012 08:00:00
ANGEL FLIGHT :
I've seen many white feathers around over the last two years. Lying on the ground in the most strangest of places with their sudden appearance being possibly a link to my feelings of the moment.
Despair at the working day experience of the modern day nurse and all that we have to deal with. My family members' fragilities and my worriesome thoughts that always consist of an underlying current of fear of possible outcomes that cannot be simply shook off. The realisation that each day has to be tackled and dealt with and the rewards are getting harder to determine. Does the modern world experience have a negative effect/affect upon many aspects of life's phenomena for many nowadays ? Claustrophobia seems to accompany "getting by" nowadays. And suddenly rays of little light beams shatter this negativity.
An ill patient's smile, good bits of news from daughter/son, a recounting of a fabulous bit from my wife's day, a phone call out of the blue from a family member or old friend, a finding of an album/book/piece of clothing/iconic possession looked for for years and found in a second hand/charity shop, the preparation of green tea and the subsequent quiet time to drink and simply smile or laugh. And of course the ultimate......Christmas time.
White feathers ? I believe they are a little offering/saving grace. A hint that all is not as clear cut as the day's progress of simply waking/experiencing/eating/sleeping. That there is more. That brief moment upon finding each of these treasures and to reflect upon a sudden positive in the day which says to me "Hey ! I reckon someone is watching and taking note".
Time to meditate with white feather in hand.
By guest, 23-Jul-2011 09:42:00
Dank day with an atmosphere of hushed calm. Sat in my VW T2 EarlyBay Camper on the Ynyslas Dunes [Dovey Bay Side] looking over towards Machynlleth. Kettle steaming, Ikea Ginger-thin Crispy Biscuits put onto a Portmeirion design plate, coffee pot [plunger type] awaiting the choice of Ethiopian or Rwandan self ground coffee beans and demerera mused over as to whether it would enhance or spoil the resulting taste/aroma. The aroma will be mixed with Frankincense, Myrrh, Benzoin and Amber that are gently sizzling and popping in the small tin burner above the cherry scented tealight so I choose the demerera, not from a sense of having a fine "nose" but that it'll all mix and be heady anyway. I decided to break the silence with ambient music. An MP3 library full of New Age, Ambient, Jazz, Classical, Chantings, Poetry, the Beatles [only 'group' in there] and much, much more. Choice overwhelming. I scroll to a "much played". Deep Forest's "Boheme" begins playing on the old Sony MP3 with cheap, but surprisingly good, speakers attached and the voices crawl over the surrounding wet sands. Coffee, Biscuits and eventually, delving into the Billingham and extract the Pentax LX. The light ? Terrible, but the wetness had a sheen and it was worth one little frame of a neg. I pointed the camera down at the wet sand for the checking of shutter speed and f-stop with back up from my old Sekonic light meter. The spiral reminded me of the film "The Dark Crystal" and the spiral designs on the UrRu. Not a Skeksis in mental sight though, luckily, to spoil the atmosphere of the given moment. Much, much later in time, the negs would be developed. A 36 roll of Black and White Ilford negs tends to stay in the camera for a month, or maybe two, the way I choose my life's moments and become "photographer role mindset for the given half an hour" madness. I get overwhelmed too quickly by surroundings and wish to savour rather than saviour what lay before my eyes and senses. Still, this photograph gives an idea of that day and it's good to share. Good Fortune.
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