I think it’s important to realise that life only happens one day at a time, and I can’t snap my fingers and magically end up ‘where I want to be’ in the blink of an eye. I feel it’s important to acknowledge that everyone moves at their own pace, and I am exactly where I’m meant to be at this moment in time.Read More
The exact middle – A poem
I awoke one day
To the soft knock at my door
Of a deep darkening fog
Where there wasn’t before.
I wonder how I look when I don’t quite look like me – A poem
I found you in a song the other day
And you’ve been stuck in my head ever since.
You hide in faceless laughs and sideways glances,
An illusion in the corner of my eye.
I think I see a flicker of familiar and then
You’re gone, lingering as a distant relic
Or existing in only two dimensions –
Frozen in photographs
Where I don’t quite look like me.
What the dream people see – A poem
I’m told I was conjured from a flickering light,
Or dancing phosphenes –
Dots of red and blue and green
Arranging to become me.
But I don’t remember it any more than
A child remembers being born.
Then again, I don’t remember life at all.
Creating the extraordinary out of ordinary things
I find myself often revisiting places to take photos. I used to be hesitant in doing this because.. if I’ve already been there taking photos, there can’t be any photos left to take, right? But I actually have found that this is a great exercise for improving my photography, since I’m driven to look past…Read More
Nature in Black & White
Recently in the last few weeks while taking photos, I’ve been experimenting with editing them in black and white, or greyscale, which is something a bit different for me. I usually keep my nature photos in colour, because black and white can make some parts of a busy nature scene slightly indistinguishable, but I think…Read More
Photos of the Ocean
I recently went to the beach armed with my camera and tripod to try and capture the ocean in a different way, and here is a gallery of a couple of my favourite pictures! I took them using a long exposure so it really captured a beautiful movement and I love how the waves look like clouds. I’ll definitely be doing this again.Read More
From the eyes of the moon – A poem
I watch them closely, the night people,
There’s not much else to see as the world is asleep.
They are remarkably awake for the non nocturnal,
Maybe they’re nocturnal at heart.
I watch them as they dance
And as they speak with such a tenderness
As if their words will be remembered…
And they will.
Don’t mistake lipstick for blood – A poem
a cracked lipstick kiss
tastes more than pink,
like spat cherry pips
staining curtains and carpet.
a scratched cheek,
bloodshot eyes from
not enough sleep,
a heart that is hot with
too many beats.
How to remember your life – A poem
Music holds more memories than we remember
A melody is nostalgia and a photo album of sounds
I remember my life through the lyrics that touched me and
The songs connected to people
And days and nights
Some sounds touch the heart
And remind me of feelings I can feel I once felt
But don’t remember