Continuing our look at the potential for ‘still light’, as introduced in last Sunday’s blog. As well as direct light, with its morning or evening shades, shadow patterns can be deeply subtle, and convey a tongue-in-cheek mood. (400 words, a two-minute read) A large Dracena plant is located near the garden-facing window of our living room. On spring and summer mornings, it casts evocative … Read More Still Light (2) : Shaken not stirred
My wife bought me an Apple Watch for Christmas. She’s had one since they were released, back in 2015, and loves it. I had held off – I’m a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to watches, I love the classical face of a ‘proper’ watch. But, month on month, I followed progress as the usefulness of her watch grew,… and finally decided … Read More Me and Minnie Mouse
As we approach the end of it, I wanted a recent photo to sum up this dreadful year; but one which had hope in it – and an element of fun, despite the deluge of bad news we seem to face daily. This is not me trying to be heroic. It’s simply a photo taken on Sunday by my wife, Bernie, during a rain … Read More Cats, Dogs and Christmas
Human: It’s tea! You wouldn’t enjoy tea… Tess: I know it’s tea, and I’ve had my water. I’m not looking at either of those. Human: What then? Tess: That tasty looking biscuit…you’re half way through.. Human: ‘No greater love hath a man, than he share his last biscuit!’ Tess: Huh? Human: Never mind…. ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2020.
It’s a short post this morning… I’m awash to the gunnels with prep for this coming weekend’s ‘On the Pictish Trail’ weekend, based in Inverness and a few points north; eventually, (with a whittled-down group) ending up in Orkney, one of the most naturally spiritual landscapes I’ve even visited. All those will be reported on here, and at the Silent Eye in due course. … Read More #ShortWrytz : PotFest – it’s a hoot!
You might not think it from the photo, but the rain was beating down when I took the shot. Tess’ pose gives a clue. She’s fed up, too… It’s the end of August, for heaven’s sake. But Storm Francis is trying to exterminate everyone north of Birmingham… For once, the photo is not about the collie… The subject is the faded ‘summer sign’ on … Read More #ShortWrytz : a little sand between the toes
We were walking Tess, our collie, along the estuary shore at Arnside. We had seen the stripey sails of the boats from the local sailing club and wanted a closer look. There was something odd about a passing seagull. I smiled, sure of my evidence for once… “Tide’s going out,” I said. My wife, Bernie, responded immediately. “Nope…” She was born in Heysham, across … Read More Stripey sail, logical fail
Mum had begun to look restless. She’d spotted something… We’d skipped breakfast, and were hungry, but had been assured that our destination was more than capable of feeding us. Overhead, an old steam engine thundered – way too fast – towards a bend in the track. I would have studied its doomed motion had my mother, who, at ninety, has dementia, not just wandered … Read More Brave acts, Books and Buns…
We start early the following day… There is that sense of being able to finish the whole project if we focus – and if we are prepared to be a bit brutal. There’s a certain recklessness about this attitude, but it’s born of an image of something to come that has great potency… The first thing is to pick off the easy tasks, especially … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (8) – End
It’s an important day… definitely make or break. You arrive early and we have a toasted sandwich washed down with tea. The sun is climbing over the trees, but it’s cool in Salty Pete, and we sense that this will be a very positive period of reconstruction. We need something upbeat to get us started, so here’s a bit of Abba to set the … Read More Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (7) – Hanging Gardens