Wednesday, November 24, 2010



Life is a great sunrise.

I do not see why death should not be
an even greater one.

–Vladimir Nabokov


Friday, November 12, 2010


After three days of steady rain -
over two inches said the radio -
I follow the example of monks
who write by a window, sunlight on the page.

Five times this morning,
I loaded a wheelbarrow with wood
and steered it down the hill to the house,
and later I will cut down the dead garden

with a clippers and haul the soft pulp
to a grave in the woods,
but now there is only
my sunny page which is like a poem

I am covering with another poem
and the dog asleep on the tiles,
her head in her paws,
her hind legs played out like a frog.

How foolish it is to long for childhood,
to want to run in circles in the yard again,
arms outstretched,
pretending to be an airplane.

How senseless to dread whatever lies before us
when, night and day, the boats,
strong as horses in the wind,
come and go,

bringing in the tiny infants
and carrying away the bodies of the dead.

~ Billy Collins 



Saturday, November 6, 2010

Friday, November 5, 2010




Live with the beetle, and the wind


When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider
the orderliness of the world.
Notice something you have never noticed before,

like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket
whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.

Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,
shaking the water-sparks from its wings.

Let grief be your sister, she will whether or not.
Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,
like the diligent leaves.

A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.

Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.

Live with the beetle, and the wind.

~ Mary Oliver
(excerpt from The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem)

sculpture: Antony Gormley

Photographer’s Note

It must first be said that this shot was taken at the Sydney biennale, an art festival held yearly.
One of the works of art was this one from the Artist Antony Gormley (
It is called Asien fields and was made by 500 Assitants in the Xianxian village, Guangzhou in January 2003. 

It consists of 125tonnes of gritty black clay.

It was one of the most astounding sights I have ever seen.
The top floor was filled with these small hand made figures, all of which only spanned 20cm in height.
I know it seems strange but I felt as if the figures saw some major fault in all of us that stood there... and they sympathized.


It was a great work and I wanted to share it with you.
Hope you enjoy:)