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Sandshifter, 60N.
Where it all makes sense.

CHRONICLES FROM ARCANIA

Preamble

Through Chronicles from Arcania, I shall attempt to share walks with you, this poetics from 60N, where I feel at one with our Earth, my sense of place so maritime.


Monday, 29 November 2010

D&D

awakening

Today's dawn,

29 November, captured at around 0900 GMT.
I saw fire in the distance,
a bit of orange
against ice
and
titanium.


The island
sleeps
deep
inside blue.
Even the tide
dares
not
to
turn...

And as we zoom out deep outside,
starlings & blackbirds feel
dying dawn
and 
come to
feast on garlic bread;
Pantagruel plays in thick snow!

and now to dusk

Only separated
by a few
hours,
I love
this
blue
crepuscular.
Our world
returns
to
its curfew...

Caught through
the lens at 
1500,
looking 
westward -
towards a pale 
flamingo sun...
Everything 
hides deep
inside 
blue.


Moments in bubbles from 60N

Black & White world,
until dawn dies, all I can see is dark on ice -
flurries still knock at my window.

Threads,
lapses of time from dawn till dusk -
spun in winter, woven by hand.

In between street lights & tarmac,
essence of dusk glides on blue ice -
every flurry points to dreamers.

2 comments:

  1. Great images - words and pictures.

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  2. Thank you kindly, Mason :-)
    Catching dawn and dusk sometimes feels like a game - though never as a chore! N

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