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escape artist
the shadow of the bars can cast a longer shade than the sentence served behind them. when their cold memory dents recoiling skin recall the first free breath inhaled outside. the gaol of the past is the vital prison for the escape artist to crack.
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graveyard red
During our brief sunny spell at the weekend I stopped into the Forthill Cemetery in Galway city, an old graveyard I’d never visited before. It was ablaze with roses, and I seized the moment to take plenty of pictures, which was a good call as the lashing rain today probably stripped the bushes of their blooms by now. Under the blinding sun the atmosphere was upbeat and cheery. The roses struck supermodel poses against the stark, blue sky or the plain, grey palate of the gravestones. It was inclement weather for ghosts. I bumped into the caretaker, who was pleased I was so attentive to his roses. He gave me…
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a host
I suspect Wordsworth‘s poem ‘Daffodils‘ is so well-known that its familiarity lends a little contempt. Still, it is marvellous and uplifting to happen upon a crowd of daffodils, their golden trumpets bouncing in March breezes. After a long winter it’s a lovely sight, especially if you’re lucky enough to have sunshine to add a gleam to their Spring parade. This image was taken in my local park, where every year sections of the path are lined with their yellow glory. We’ve been blessed with good weather lately, so they were really putting on a show that day. Unlike Wordsworth, I have an digital image to remind me of their beauty,…
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Spring
I took this photograph today of the Cherry-plum tree in my front garden. It’s always the welcome first herald of Spring, blossoming before most other trees. We’ve had two stunning, sunny days in a row, and the tree is garlanded with flowers now. Against the clear, azure skies the laden boughs sink and sigh, gravid in the breeze. Today I started sweeping up the clumps of leaves and twigs that have accumulated in drifts around the outside of the house thanks to winter’s storms. It’s the first day I’ve felt compelled to start the usual gardening jobs. Weeds are appearing, and I can’t say I’ve missed them. It’s best to…
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a dash of colour
I took this picture of flowers in a bouquet a couple of weeks back. It warms me just to look at it. A nice antidote to the ice and cold at the moment.
