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Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Friday, 5 September 2025

Left under a photograph on Substack…

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Poem for Michael Young We leave our little red hearts behind: but isn’t that being just a little unkind… – shouldn’t we say what moved u...
Sunday, 7 January 2024

Unless a man starts afresh about things…

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Loweswater at dawn, frozen in time My first walk of the new year: and to a location now – as it will be forever – so very near to the cent...
Sunday, 28 May 2017

The soul that sees beauty…

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Sunday There is a hierarchy, it seems, to Tysoe’s with-sun-rising birds. As the first sodium-bright slash of dawn slices the horizon, the...
Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Faith, I’ll bear no base mind…

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It is seven months and six days since I last donned my fervent walking boots and headed out of the front door in search of the spiritua...
Wednesday, 20 January 2016

(Minus) eight degrees of reparation…

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Although my head felt a little like Trotsky ’s must have – or even because my head felt like that… – just before sunup (a little past...
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Tuesday, 29 December 2015

The long and winding road…

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After a day trapped inside, ambushed by the deepest, dankest monsoon, Sunday’s dawning brought with it a spectacularly clear sky: and o...
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Tuesday, 27 October 2015

So good they named it thrice: a photo essay…

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While the surface may be interpreted as Victorian in character, Charlecote Park is a layered landscape, belonging to all of history, an...