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Going west – a wounded church

The Silent Eye It has been a week or more since the last post about our recent workshop in Wales… illness got in the way of finishing the series, but it would be a shame not to share the interior of the Cathedral at St Davids… I had barely raised the camera to start photographing the interior of the great cathedral at St Davids … Read More Going west – a wounded church

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Overnight in a gloriously sunny Paris. Gare de Lyon station in all its glory. Next stop Carcassonne to begin our cycling holiday. TGV journey awaits!  ©Stephen Tanham 2016

Canal du Midi – we’re off!

Bernie and I are off for a couple of weeks to France. After a rail journey via Paris, we’ll be cycling from Carcassonne along the route of the last two hundred kilometres of the Canal du Midi, which cuts across southern France from west to east, emerging at the Port of Sète on the Mediterranean sea. The holiday is arranged by Headwater Holidays. We’ve used … Read More Canal du Midi – we’re off!

#NoirWednesday roundup – ‘The Little House”

A great set of responses to our continuing ‘Noir’ theme – “Let your dark side come out to play…” #NoirWednesday Thank you to everyone who took part; and to my Silent Eye co-director, Sue Vincent, who not only did us a great post (as did Stuart) but is also gradually showing me how to do these, properly! If you’ve not seen them, why not … Read More #NoirWednesday roundup – ‘The Little House”

The Unseen Sea – 2: Kiss of the Planets

LUCA’s birth continues… The Silent Eye Part Two of The Unseen Sea: adrift in the enneagram LUCA didn’t know it back then, but her birth as the all-mother of organic life on Earth was witnessed by the entire solar system. The ‘positive’ energy behind life, a higher variant of light as we know it and relayed by the Sun, began its spiral into the … Read More The Unseen Sea – 2: Kiss of the Planets

The tiny house #NoirWednesday

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Image: Steve Tanham for his #NoirWednesday She was young, beautiful and the sun rose in her eyes. A stranger child… found by the wayside and raised by the elders. The village lads vied for her favour. Their mothers nodded doting heads and grandfathers remembered their  vigour when the sun struck her midnight tresses, painting them blue.…

Post Brexit #noirwednesday

Wonderful response from Geoff at Tangental to #NoirWednesday photo prompt: The Little House

#NoirWednesday: the small house

Originally posted on Morpethroad:
Picture by: Stephen Tanham It was a house like any other house. A little house over a bridge, doing what little houses over bridges did. Only it wasn’t. This house long thought to be a small house in which shelter could be sought when crossing the bridge held a dark and sinister secret. So dark and sinister that it curled…

Toll Bridge… #NoirWednesday

Stuart’s contribution to #NoirWednesday…

#NoirWednesday: the small house

Originally posted on pensitivity101:
A new challenge from Steve over at Sun in Gemini for Wednesdays, so I thought I’d give it a go. #NoirWednesday: the small house https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/25507207/posts/1122975263 The Two kept themselves to themselves, never mixing with any of the locals to pass the time of day or even a simple nod of acknowledgement if someone said hello. Rumours were rife in such…

The Unseen Sea: Adrift in the Magical Enneagram

Life as we can know it… The Silent Eye There is only one Life. But there are a dazzling myriad ways in which it finds expression. Life is very simple to define at this symbolic level: it is the animation of matter, such that it exhibits awareness. The scale of that awareness varies from the most primitive forms of single-celled response to environment all … Read More The Unseen Sea: Adrift in the Magical Enneagram

The great Shepherds’ Pie Triumph

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
I had shepherds’ pie for my breakfast… It isn’t as bad as it seems… After nearly a week of not eating a thing A good meal was the stuff of my dreams. * A mouthful of toast had been madness… A yoghurt as good as it got… After turning my stomach with every delight I would…