My Dearest,

I want to be the moss on every branch, the dew on every leaf, the shimmering glint of sunlight in your hair and the reason you believe. That I for you, and you for me, and all the world apart, a glorious mess, bundled chaos, a life that I’ll call art. In grainy film and…

A Flight Of Stones and Memory

Sometimes it throws me off how much stones can look like they’re moving, living things. Like a branch shifting in the wind, buffeted by a passing storm. Just an interesting image. I’m acutely aware of my inactivity on this blog as of late. I suppose that as I leave a chapter of solitude and introspection,…

Bradburyesque

Ray Bradbury is probably one of my favorite authors. His way of putting thought together into ideas that build images is simply incredible. It never fails to amaze me when I read his short stories how much world he can build in so little time. In only a few sentences he can transport you to…

Standing On The Edge

“I’m standing on the edge of the man I’m gonna be” Such is the line in Jake Scott’s “Dancing in the Dawn”, and one of my favorite lines to ever find in a song. It’s a feeling I can’t shake these days. As we start to see the end of a global lockdown (hopefully in…

In The Absence Of

Ah, magical backlight. Only when things are lit from behind can you achieve the idea of the magical and ethereal. It lends itself to thoughts of sweet melancholy, wistful daydreams and a longing for times we never lived in. In the absence of direct and clear light, we can see things in a more beautiful…