Where has the year gone, ladies and gentlemen? Has it left a taste in your mouth? If so, I hope it fizzes on your tongue – the umami of friendships, happy reunions, sad farewells, betrayal, disappointment, joy, creativity, fellowship. community – the colour of life in all its hues.
The Colour Of The Senses
Can you smell purple? Can you feel blue? Can you see gold in the rainbow? Can you hear a ringing pearlescent edged with pink, taste a summer morning, luscious red on tender lips? Colours complementary or clashing, multi-sensory mix and match – can you smell, feel, see, hear, taste the colours coursing, massing, grooving, singing in the fellowship of man?
I took the first photo and wrote the little poem. The next two photos were taken by my True Love. I think that is a reasonable division of labour, even if I do say so myself.
Each month, Jude hosts a colour challenge, Life in Colour. The colour for November is black and/or grey. This is definitely my last contribution to this month’s colour challenge.
On the lookout for smoke tendrils in the sky, Black-faced Cuckoo-shrike surveys the scene. Each year lurching from one extreme to another, What are we to make of the constant vacillation?
Grey expectations – Hoping for a break in the weather.
There has been yet more flooding in parts of Australia. The rain would have been welcome had it come after harvest. British Columbia (Canada) has also been experiencing serious flooding this week. Please take care if you live in a flood affected area.
Each month, Jude hosts a colour challenge, Life in Colour. The colour for November is black and/or grey.
This may be my last contribution to this month’s colour challenge. Or possibly not if the sky keeps crying. Today, I have four photos to share. Three were taken by my True Love. I managed only one which is a damn sight more than was achieved at Cop26.
The sun sits
in leaky splendour;
staining this upholstery
this smog brown décor this
Faberge sunset this
velveteen smoke haze.
A cloying choice
but here we all sit
in our plush living room
our shrine of consecrated ignorance
and listen to the clock
and the crackle roar of our future.
Parts of eastern Australia are currently experiencing record rainfall and some areas have been severely affected by flooding. Want a flood story? Not much to tell really. Scared the crap out of me though.
My world is messy, complicated and dark. I seek the shadows. The dark is where I think, rest and play. The dark is music and art. It gives depth to light. The sun is now, but darkness is tomorrow. The sun is here, but darkness looks beyond. Day is youthful bravado, night is as old as time.
Guest host of this week’s Lens-Artists challenge, Anne Sandler, has invited photographers to focus on the small things and she has provided a number of useful tips for macro/micro and close-up photography. Thanks, Anne. Unfortunately, I got carried away and so I might not have stuck strictly to the brief, preferring once more to go with arty-farty rather than teeny weeny. Thankfully my True Love had something up his … oh, never mind!
I have redeemed myself though with some wee poetry – haiku, of course – and some vulgar photography humour. My friend has asked me to keep writing and who am I to refuse?