Three Poems to End the Year
Reflections on literature and photography, with links to portfolios on Greece, Toronto, and the US. Oh, and three poems, to round off the year.
Have Camera, Will Travel
A Readers Digest update, in words and pictures, on August travels and travel plans for September - Athens and the Cycladic islands of Sifnos and Serifos, dear friends!
Talking Pictures
A photography blog, with a side story about discovering a branch of my family, on my father’s side, that had up till now been completely unknown to me….
To Know a Place
My English teacher, Jennifer Lloyd, gave me a copy of T.S. Eliot’s Collected Poems 1909 - 1962 as a gift when I left school, with the inscription, “May this book be a source of inspiration and pleasure to you in your ‘exploration.’” At the top of the page she had written, in her beautiful handwriting, this excerpt from Eliot’s Little Gidding. I have the book still, minus its dust-jacket. The spine is cracked, the blue cover is faded, the edges are worn. But the words are still alive on the page.
And there has been a certain amount of exploration, if truth be told, over these past two months, of the mental and affective as well as the physical kind, quite apart from all the exploring (and getting lost) that has happened over a lifetime….
All this travel - time travel, thought travel, air travel - makes me think about place - what a place is, and what it means to know a place.
A Fine Line
My blog this month leads with a lovely quote from an attentive and generous critic, Ramsay Bell Breslin, commenting on one of my Bailieboro photographs:
So many things to admire about this photograph. I like the way you use the edges of your photograph in surprising ways. On the left, a small scene in the far distance I barely noticed at first; on the right, a scene set in the middle distance. Of the photograph as a whole, what looks at first like a simple scene that one can grasp at a glance turns out to be more complex, which makes it fascinating (for me at least) to contemplate.
The romantic in me loves the waves of snow in the foreground and the feathery grasses that blow over them. The post-modernist in me admires the pole (another surprise at the edge), which throws what seems like an intentional wrench into our expectations of a quiet winter scene.
In post-modern architecture one sees annexes attached to buildings that look nothing like the buildings. Here the telephone pole seems out of place. As such, it grates on one’s desire for visual harmony and something we believe we have every right to expect of art.
But no, your photograph is anything but complacent. Life is harsh and often awkward and uncomfortable. Telephone poles loosen and tilt under winter conditions. Tolerating that visual discomfort is part of our job as viewers….
F is for February
In the midst of an unseasonably mild winter, I reflect on photography, the climate emergency, and the crazy state of the world right now.
2024
The global challenges and crises that are piling up as we enter 2024 are a sobering reminder that there is no guarantee that the things we value, or at least aspire to - truth, decency, democracy, tolerance, simple kindness - will prevail.
They are not - will never be, regardless of the consolations and promises of religious faith and political dogma (left-wing or right-wing, take your pick) - a done deal, an achieved state. Who knew? They always will be work in progress, and sometimes, instead of progress, there will be regression, confusion, even chaos.
So the struggle goes on, as it must and has to. Happy New Year, my friends!
Summer of ‘23
Summer’s here, in the northern hemisphere, and so is my June blog, with links and images from my latest collections of photographs, Rob’s collages, and musings about being alive.