by Steve Tanham
We are ‘head people’. By that I mean that our lives are driven by our heads; by thinking, by brains. We are born vividly experiencing, but our life in society and in ‘convention’ gradually numbs us into an existence based largely on the thinking brain… We may choose to involve our bodies more with sports, walking or other very physical activities, but most of … Read More The tantalising potential of instinctive energy
by Steve Tanham
I was pleased with the composition; looking south into the sunset near Almwch (pronounced ‘am-lock’) on the Isle of Anglesey. Everything seemed harmonious until I noticed the faint silhouette of my wife, Bernie, somehow ‘bounced’ onto the white render of the hotel room’s garden wall. A few adjustments with light and texture and the figure took on the ‘role’ of the artist inside the … Read More The Silhouette as Artist
by Steve Tanham
She’s completely blind with cateracts which cannot be operated on: she’s too old to survive the recovery period. Her name is Rosie: a thirteen year old black Labrador. She’s not our dog. Her ‘mum and dad’ are currently in Australia, enjoying a six-week sojourn. We’ve been good friends for a long time. Bernie and Rosie’s mum, Siobhan, grew up together in Heysham, Morecambe’s twin … Read More Black dog in the tulips
by Steve Tanham
When Sue Vincent was with us, we used to share the admonition ‘Look up!’ For her, it was about finding the most interesting and, often, secret clues to a church’s past. She had taught herself to scan a building very quickly, then to home in on the details that had been revealed. For me, it was all about the sky. The most fantastic forms … Read More Look up!
by Steve Tanham
(📩 Poetry, irony, 18 words, a ten-second read) Perhaps, and while We slept The world turned upside down And missing spring Lies far below Reluctant winter’s crown. ——-/——-/——- ©Stephen Tanham 2024 All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax. Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and mystical teacher. He is the founding Director of the Silent Eye, which offers an exciting journey of … Read More Somewhere Spring
by Steve Tanham
There is a mysterious fire within the human being. All of us have it, and it’s waiting to serve us … but in most, it is left dormant. The Alchemists named it ‘fire’, thereby hiding and describing it in the same definition. We don’t have to believe in anything mystical to experience it. It’s simply a part of what we are, and can be … Read More The mystery of Intelligent Inner Fire
by Steve Tanham
I’ve been watching, with interest and a degree of admiration, the fruits of the new generation of AI products that allow you to create images from literal descriptions like: ‘A young boy chases a red balloon through narrow dark streets in Paris. The result is a good quality glossy image that is royalty-free and allows us writers to create a tailored image for our … Read More An Artistic Experiment in non-AI
by Steve Tanham
I’ve written before about Ulverston and its surroundings, but mainly about the town rather than the walks around it. Ulverston, like Kendal, now has a new identity, so we decided to re-visit and see how much it had changed. ‘We’ being a small group of dedicated dog-walkers characterised by a liking for fish chowder and taking photographs of Lakeland’s Southern Fells – views enhanced … Read More Spring Madness… and sons of the desert
by Steve Tanham
We often hear the phrase, ‘there’s always light and dark’: two things that stand in polarity – opposition, even – but do we ever stop to let the mind and emotions lead us to a deeper realisation? Light may be mysterious but it’s a clearly identified ‘thing’ – though it doesn’t have edges. We will see, later, why this is important. We can flick … Read More Darkness and her brother
by Steve Tanham
Being here, on the boundary between the cities of Manchester and its ‘lesser’ neighbour, Salford, made me think of the folk song, Dirty Old Town. I met my love by the gas works wallDreamed a dream by the old canalKissed my girl by the factory wall Folk song: Dirty Old Town James Henry Miller, the writer of the song, is better known to us … Read More Dirty old town?
by Steve Tanham
Dragged, sodden. Dumped in Wet and cold moraines Of winter’s angry passing Last vestiges of icy daggers Point to spring with Slowly dripping teeth Fading with a promise to return Daring us to rise from mud And wash … and shine With the faithful daffodils. ©Stephen Tanham 2024 All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax. Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and … Read More Melting daggers
by Steve Tanham
Weather-wise, there’s little of cheer at the moment. We left for Ireland in the rain, spent the week – apart from one blessed day in Waterford – in constant drizzle; and returned to face the past three days of driving downpours. Upon our arrival, the neighbours informed us that the weather in our absence had been really good. So it’s official, we’ve become ‘rain … Read More Silver light and rain-Gods
Sun in Gemini 
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