Formless Circumstance

All busy in the sunlight the flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them in formless circumstance.

 Love Itself ~ Leonard Cohen.

Waterfall

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay
in the rising of time's irreversible river
that takes the jeweled arc of the waterfall
in which I glimpse, minute by glistening minute,
all that I have and all I am always losing
as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

I do not dream that you, young again,
might come to me darkly in love's green darkness
where the dust of the bracken spices the air
moss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetness
and water holds our reflections
motionless, as if for ever.

It is enough now to come into a room
and find the kindness we have for each other
-- calling it love -- in eyes that are shrewd
but trustful still, face chastened by years
of careful judgement; to sit in the afternoons
in mild conversation, without nostalgia.

But when you leave me, with your jauntiness
sinewed by resolution more than strength
-- suddenly then I love you with a quick
intensity, remembering that water,
however luminous and grand, falls fast
and only once to the dark pool below. 

~ Lauris Dorothy Edmond

The Skywhale

Patricia Piccinini's maternal  "Skywhale" divided opinion when it visited our shores recently as part of the centenary celebrations of our nation's capital, Canberra. Piccinini stated that her "aim was to create a being that was massive and wondrous and that exists somewhere between the impossible and the unlikely"

I was a big fan. What a fantastic object to photograph. 

Celebrity Two

What a great image of the inimitable James Spader. I'm a fan of his work.  

And Tilda. What can I say about Tilda? She is exceptional. 

Blood and Skin

Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in. She's moving through me even now. My lady of the various sorrows. 

~ Nick Cave

Shapes in Space

I love architecture, that's no secret. But more than the objects themselves (beautiful though they are), it's the negative space ie: the space and shapes around the objects that I love to enjoy most. 

And where space and form meet? It is as though a kiss. 

"How did it happen that their lips came together?... A kiss and all was said."

~ Victor Hugo

The Company of Wolves

“When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.” 

~Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber