I do not get out as often as I’d like due to severe mobility & health issues. Seeing the world from up on high, complete with aerial views of early autumn hills and human habitats, is a rare thing for anyone, especially those with special access needs. Last weekend I went on a cable car…
Tag: photography
The Bend
…life; potential; vitality,
such strength for the able-bodied,
I choose a bolder path you see,
or perhaps ‘choice’ was eroded
by kinks in my neurology
and the way my cells encoded
in ‘abnormal’ biology; …
The Last Free Form Friday
Life will use the air abused by ill words as offerings for trees who paint our futures with their leaves. Happy Friday Everyone, This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself. …
Divine
Divine is both verb and abstract noun, like love, value, dream, time;
Doubt is both verb and abstract noun, like lie, fashion, endeavour,
Disregard, envy, thrill or calm, delight, pleasure, trust and hope…
Sustainability Sundays
Peace love is not bought,
it is carried by our choice
to be the circle.
Time, Light and The Artist
…Time is our collaborator and our adversary as artists. Authors bend the passage of time in story arcs, suspense, and romantic timing. Comedians craft the pace of words and motion into jokes. Cinematographers and film directors focus our perceptions with the length of each shot, our mind lingering where the camera points. Painters decide where shadows fall. All art has its own relationship with the ticking clock and the Earth’s rotation around the sun….
40 Fragments
I cannot count them, these broken pieces of possibility.
But they haunt me, oh, days cantering by they do,
and I am whirlwind in a storm box,
Out of Necessity (Prompted by Cubby)
A hero is born not from the laurels Of glory but from deep necessity, Each hero’s born in the midst of quarrels But rises above them to abhor ills, A sense of justice their actions instill, There’s no label for their identity; A hero is born, not from the laurels Of glory, but from deep…
To All I was Before (poem)
I often speak of all I was before, Those ghosts carried ever in my casement, Echoing, like the voices of the wars I traversed, yet now I feel displacement, Life in pause, forbidden summits, woods, shores, Shops, parties, pavements, Vanished continents, consonants, confidence, The family, colleagues; friends I see no more; Those ghosts carried…
The Book of Living
Andorra, gateway to hidden paths, Antonia Zenkevitch 2008 The Book of Living Inky shadows painted on light so we can see, From close to opening, a world as we perceive – Become ourselves for the Becoming to be, Core reacquainted on the rock to which we cleave Returning to renew; to be at-one and still…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 