Lost coordinates:
Where untold stories bleed
into images beyond words
Where unheard sounds
of the spectral field become
entangled
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Now playing: Jim O’Rourke – Disengage
All tracks, footprints, paths were gone. Buried. He had pitched a tent on arriving: how come it had not blown off? From inside, he watched the complex improvisations of the wind. He heard how it suddenly laughed with the sand, danced with the sand, amused and irritated the sand, amused itself and got irritated with the number of grains. And finally, it became, in its desire, a mad sand god dragging monstrous winged creatures off to conquer the world.
Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions
In a few steps, a familiar world made strange
Disorientation
Elemental vortex
Snow on sand births alien forms
Flecked horizon of Rothko greys
From a very brief walk along the shore at Limekilns, Fife on 28th February 2018, around 15.00. An encounter with the “Beast from the East”.
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Now playing: Chaya Czernowin – Wintersongs
The low instruments were moving like the slow search of a plant towards light – CZ
Aerated Waters
Marchmont, Edinburgh
P e r s e v e r e
P e r s e v e r e
P e r s e v e r e
P e r s e v e r e
Marchmont, Edinburgh
Not so Chic
West End, Edinburgh
‘Zona AntiFascista’
Patrick Geddes Steps, Old Town, Edinburgh
‘Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio’
Newington, Edinburgh
ARE
U
JELLI
Cowgate, Edinburgh
When the inside becomes the outside
New Town, Edinburgh*
Now playing: Jon Hassell – City: Works of Fiction
Foregrounded over the Forth
An archipelago of transitory islands
.
A solitary tree, inhabits the island
Island of the hidden lagoon
(Love) Island of the heart
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Now playing: Julian Priester Pepo Mtoto – Love, Love
.
The call precedes
the chorus of arrival
A delphian chant
from an ancient score
We can only be onlookers
Line
of the long
low
swoop
Ascending
over the Forth
Carried
on song
– Fading – – faint
– – – far – – – – beyond
Our horizon
We can only be onlookers
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Limekilns, 4th February 2018
On the last day of 2017, the impossible textures of the sea
.
.
A full moon emerges
rises, observes
.
.
Constant flux underfoot, new paths
.
Sustaining coastal energies, wind, sea spray
changing colours of the tide
Cloud and sea – a mirrored
chiaroscuro dissolving
the lip of land
Grounded exhalation
.
.
silhouettes of breath
etched on the gloaming
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A week earlier – 26.12.2017
Bookends of light
fizzle into folds of darkness
Half a silver lozenge, to pluck from the sky
We leave it to the nightwatch(er)
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Taken from a series of short walks around the West Fife coast during the last week of 2017. Putting this together left an initial conundrum. How did I photograph a full looking moon and half moon less than a week apart? I posted the question on Twitter and thanks to Portals of London (@portalsoflondon), Jennie Murray (@lithgaelark) and MAW Holmes (@MAW_H) for the clarification. Basically I had taken a cycle at 29.5 days and halved it instead of taken a quarter to move from half to full. (new – half – full – half – new). However, possibly preferred Paul Kenny’s (@jmarmaduke) answer of alchemy.
Now playing: Ketil Bjørnstad, David Darling, Terje Rypdal, Jon Christensen – The Sea II
As if
a breath freezes
into veins of ice
A sketch outlined
on the silence
of darkness
From darkness
an opening eye
I
aye
Listening in:
Not any special tree. Just a tree and tidal sky, ebbing to gelid darkness. The last wave breaking of a November day. One final incandescent breath. A path lit – for the moment.
To retreat or proceed?
Always the same questions …
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Now playing: Alan Licht and Loren Connors – ‘Map of Dusk’ from Into the Night Sky