by Steve Tanham
Passengers cling tightly to the boat’s metal rails. Everyone on board the Niagara Thunder is jammed down the port side of the vessel. No-one is screaming… the intensity is colossal. We are all too absorbed in the sheer ‘presence’ of millions of gallons of water thundering down in front of us on the Canadian side of the falls, turning the basin of the waterfall … Read More Niagara (1)
by Steve Tanham
We’ve finally made it to Canada! After years of wanting to, the presence of my son on a two year contract to Toronto has enabled a week-long trip to this lovely – and very friendly – city. We feel entirely at home here. As a special treat, we’re being taken to Niagara Falls, today. Can’t wait! Lots more photos to follow! The opening shot … Read More Finally made it to Canada!
by Steve Tanham
Alness: about ten miles north of Inverness on the famous A9 highland road to John O’ Groats and the port of Thurso. We hadn’t planned to visit Alness but an internet lookup for a decent pharmacy showed it was the closest supermarket town to where we were staying on The Black Isle. We bought our supplies at the supermarket then parked up and wandered … Read More Hidden Valley
by Steve Tanham
What secret value do I hold That this – with dying seconds – Bestows its once-glory on my eyes And now on yours…? —- What is this act of seeing That knits the view and viewer new In such a way and with such love They were not ever two but twin? —- And yet… —- And yet kaleidoscope of ‘it’ Mocks egoscope of … Read More The Afterwhere
by Steve Tanham
With labyrinthine grace Not lacking pace The human mind: The snake devourer of the here Makes shapes of what it likes And doesn’t… —- The sum a palette: A well-stuffed wallet ‘Embrace, avoid or pass’ The money says As hissing head explores in dread A painting made by self In which its power of choice Is just a word… — Come heart and flower … Read More With Labyrinthine Grace
by Steve Tanham
St Peter Parasol With higher vision Perceives the Earth rotating Round and around The endless quest for truth In human mind revolves Crucified by greed And children’s slaughter His gaze seeks out The pretenders… That they, one day, Might know themselves In heart and share The tears… ©️Stephen Tanham 2025
by Steve Tanham
Beyond the Hawthorne Skies of blue Trick eye to thinking Summer’s due Not yet! The mind Replies, as frozen fingers May betray Spring’s breeze for Deeper pockets’ warmth. ©️Stephen Tanham 2025
Sun in Gemini 
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