by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We were up and away early again, this time well supplied with munchables on which to break our fast. We may have missed the dawn, but we still caught the echoes of its gilding on the mountains. We wanted to take a look at a stone circle we had noticed at the end of the road, catching a…
by Steve Tanham
Amidst the seemingly pristine field of stones, the old oak tree usually went unnoticed… Like this group of happy but somewhat weary pilgrims, newly entered via the gate at the top of the narrow, fern-lined path, most visitors stood in amazed silence at the large oval of twin-chambered stonework in front of them, conscious of the oak within the oval of stones but seeing … Read More An Eye full of Reflections (7 of 7)
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
* Harlech Castle * “Patrick McGoohan’s, ‘The Prisoner’, displays many thematic similarities to Franz Kafka’s, ‘The Castle’ and ‘The Trial’.” Authority Pages One-Five-Two and One-Five-Three * No 8 (Light) O God, the longer I gaze upon your face, the more acutely do you seem to turn the gaze of your eyes upon me!…Thus when I meditate on how…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea! If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more. Tolkien. I know very little about seagulls. We do get them here where I live, far inland, raiding the landfills… but they seldom cry. There is something heart-aching…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Leaving Portmeirion and its mysteries behind, we drove across the estuary to Harlech in search of lunch. Stuart and I had parked beneath the Norman castle that morning when we were in search of breakfast. The imposing bulk of the walls, towering high upon the castle mound, still makes a powerful statement today. I was glad we had…
by Steve Tanham
Apart from its sheer presence in the landscape, the castle at Harlech has a location that is breathtaking – perched high in the elevated centre of the small town, looking back down the valley at a vista that embraces the area of Porthmadog, then slides your eye leftwards to take in the whole of the Lleyn Peninsula. On our scouting trip in May, we … Read More An Eye full of Reflection (6 of 7)
by Steve Tanham
Our visit to the actual village of Portmeirion ended quietly, but with an interesting mosaic of happenings. We rejoined our colleagues, silent in our own conclusions – for everyone must find their own in a place like this, and there can be no right or wrong, for the author, McGoohan, is long departed. We took the beautiful coastal walk which would bring us to … Read More An Eye full of Reflections (5)
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Strange Goings On In The Shed:
photo credit: PeterThoeny A tent, a motorcycle, and a sunset on the playa via photopin (license) Where are you going Reaper Man? I watch you ride by, silent and absorbed. What are you watching with your eyes of gold and endless obsidian? Arid vistas, fabled cities, towers of dunes, They flash by, places caught in…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
? “Tell me,” said Joshua, “why is that person carrying a lamb to the city ?” Judas Thomas said, “So that he may kill it and eat it.” Joshua said, “Whoever has come to know the world has discovered a carcass, and whoever has discovered a carcass, of that person the world is not worthy. Damn the…
