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Whispers on water - a photo journal of our life on the 'cut' dedicated to keeping family and friends informed of our whereabouts.

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A Shepherds Stanza

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6th Nov 2014, 19:44   comments (0)

A Beckoning Beacon

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A Volcano of Light

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Twilight Aloft

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A Tower of Strength

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Rural communities past and present have always celebrated the seasons, reminded of the natural cycle of the planet by religious and celestial way-points.

The church, a glow of light coming from a leaded pane, darkens, the northern hemisphere turning away from the sun as our planet rotates about its axis. Watching the curvature of the earth giving movement to the shadow creeping over the church, you can see it's effects and almost feel the forces at work.

Leaning against the churchyard wall I watch in wonder, as the changes wrought by the speed our world is turning at, manifest themselves in ways so subtle they can easily be missed, misunderstood or attributed to myth by the less observant.

Beyond the trees, twilight is aloft. Blackbirds perch invisible, their song seemingly even more melodious as darkness approaches. I watch the sunlight seemingly falling away, my minds-eye almost distant, aloof, a real-time illusion showing the phenomenon of gravitational orbits, marrying what my eyes are seeing with what is lost from view. An almost full moon has now risen to complete a 3D planisphere reinforcing the knowledge of knowing my place in the cosmos, bringing both smile and satisfaction.

The church, sundial like, continues to act as a terrestrial way-point in the growing darkness, finally giving way to familiar stars that have guided mankind for near ever. This spectacle of prospect, of unending question, of future quest, is, for a few, the next greatest adventure on behalf of all mankind. It humbles me to look skywards into an abyss of what maybe. I am drawn to it. A slice of humble pie is good for all of us and should be prescribed to those ignoring the sands of time, choosing instead to slaughter the prospects of others.

As I walk home in darkness, Gunner patient with my pondering, I look skywards once more, my life in comfortable perspective. An owl, aware of my passage, hoots a greeting.
5th Nov 2014, 12:15   comments (2)

Canal-Side Reflections

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Photo: Heygates Flour Mill, Tring. Milling still after one hundred and forty years.
26th Oct 2014, 17:15   comments (3)

Standing, Watching, Wondering

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This is the view from the bow this evening with the chill tugging at my shirt as I enjoy an ale and the aroma of wood smoke lazily drifting from the stove chimney now that the wind has lost its ferocity.
21st Oct 2014, 19:49   comments (0)

Easy Like Sunday Morn'

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Another memorable Sunday.

What is it about Sundays? They seem to have outlived the rest of the days of the week, days that have all but been ground into a nondescript clone of the day before by a lemming type rush to the tuck-shop illusion of keeping-up-with-the-Jones.

Urbanites, bored with shopping, scoff carvery meals with fisted cutlery, open mouths chamming into mobile phones, fingers and thumbs unsure of knife, fork and spoon, yet adept with a keyboard or touchscreen. Most everywhere these days too is the heavy, pungent stink of delusional cannabis users permeating street, pub and outdoor leisure space.

Away from the banality of the modern day and those who pursue media-led living, life really does go on. The seasons see to that, and those looking for a sanctuary of sorts , country life affords a haven, a refuge for those of us who treasure the honesty of living without pretence.

Sunday is a tradition, a comfort for all those who cherish the sound and timing of church bells; a beckoning ale and village pub chit-chat ; the unmistakeable aroma of a roast dinner; country lanes devoid of traffic; the fresh air awakening of mind and body; walks that excite the eye; a sense of peace; a refuge for busy minds; a respite from physical labour; conkers, shoe-shine bright, lying amongst the leaf litter; sweet birdsong; and a never-mind, guilt-free snooze......All this, and that, and more is what this day of days still exudes, a day of contemplation, of the almost New Year resolution promise of starting afresh and my life is so much better for what is for me THE day of the week.

I believe everyone is free to follow their own 'religious' or 'non-religious' beliefs, and there is no place on this earth today for those who would force theirs upon others. So, with Sunday in mind as a day that still gives us all time to take stock and smell the coffee for ourselves,  may your god go with you.
20th Oct 2014, 20:39   comments (2)