northlight

Landscape Mode

The days are stretching, the skies on my drive home alive with light and a last burst of colour. I am learning the places where I might safely watch, and notice. ~~~ The…

“I am your own
way of looking at things,” she said. “When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.”

William Stafford, from When I Met My Muse

Watching the Weather

It’s not hard to take photographs here. The combination of landscape and constantly changing light means the world presents itself to you photographically, over and over. It makes photography easy to practice and…

Spilling Light

I wasn’t sure I would find snowdrops on the island, a place with so few trees, but here they were, tucked away amongst the muddy paths of the castle grounds, waiting to have…

Distracted by each day’s doing,
how can we hear the signals?

~ Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus
in A Year With Rilke, February 23

Water and Sky

Monday morning, snowlight. Starlings on the wire. ~~~ I’m not the only one to be astonished by the mimicry of starlings. “Chris Watson the sound recordist captures the sounds of starlings on the…

Being Here

The first weeks of the first year of being here are all mixed up with snow and ice, with dislocation and fear of falling, with car warning lights and a broken spring all…

Unsayable

Things are not nearly so comprehensible and sayable as we are generally made to believe. Most experiences are unsayable; they come to fullness in a realm that words do not inhabit. ~ Rilke,…

For Our Senses to Grow Sharper

Photography practice in my lunch-break by the harbour. Colour, pattern, light. My fingers trembling in the cold north wind. ~~~ Tuesday evening and already I am office-weary, paper tired, screen glazed over. ‘I’m…