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Monthly Archives: December 2014

“The Sun the Color of Pressed Grapes…”

20 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Quotations, Sea

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Abstract, Beach, Black and White, Blur, Drear, Experimental Photography, Nature, Ocean, Pensive, Photography, Quotes, Sand, Sea, Twilight

Prelude to the Monody“He opens his eyes and stares directly into the morning sun which wallows up from the misty sea like some bloated, dying fish. The sky is gray and immobile, a dome of lead. A cloud hangs mute and dark over the western horizon. High up, barely visible, a seagull floats on motionless wings. Its cry is weird and restless.”
– Ingmar Bergman, The Seventh Seal

Chewing Sand“I had forgotten that time wasn’t fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end. ”
– Joyce Carol Oates, I Am No One You Know

Liquid Binding“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road

When at a crossroads I met…

18 Thursday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Uncategorized

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I was visiting one of my favourite photography blogs, Roundtable, and I came across these phenomenal abstract portraits and could not resist sharing. Such exquisite, emotive art…

“If You Don’t Become the Ocean…”

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Quotations, Sea

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Beach, Bird, Black and White, Brine, Dawn, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Quotes, Sea, Waves

With Lumpy Feet“I was a man who thrived on solitude… I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.”
– Charles Bukowski, Factotum
Quelling“If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.”
– Leonard Cohen
Lungs of Salt“The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you’ll never have.”
– Søren Kierkegaard

Sunday Foundling- Images in Polaroid

07 Sunday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Photography, Stories

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Black and White, Experimental, Nature, Photography, Polaroid, Prose, Thoughts, Writing

(It was a bleary kind of day, today, and I finally summoned the courage to take the Polaroid Land Camera for a wee walk. Experimental photos below. Thanks for drizzling by.)PebbleEyes00Dull nolition chimes within his pebble eyes, staring limply into polished shadows. The frowzy sky curls up against the grey toothy waves. Rattling00Metallic reflections fuse and break and scribble away. RotaryChainFamily00The air tastes like a bike chain. Cold and caustic, it coils about his neck. Steel hands chomp at the gargling shore. Water blinks, trapped inside asphalt ridges.

Ghostly Looming01A drunkenness stirs; a kind of dizzying noddary. A vagrant smile flutters about his yarn-thin lips. He tries to lick away the sting of mist rising from the river’s snapping fingers.Drowned02The swaddle of December wind nuzzles and kisses the little foundling’s wet, lutose face. The depths that loom beyond beckon. Only the Quiet awaits.

Coughing Crickets

03 Wednesday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry, Stories

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Black and White, Moon, Nature, Night, Noir, Photography, Poem, Prose, Writing

The Moon's AfootGasping moonlight signals through a cloudy ocean beard.

The Skin of NightStill bodies of flies and dragonflies glint, clinging to the cool, glass skin of dimming florescent lights.

The Stalker's EyeBeneath an orange orb of sodium vapour the glinting lawn looks like a nest of razorblades.

NestCrickets loom slick and black with the dank breath of December fog nestled on their backs.The Skin of Fog They sound like coughing hinges, tonight.

Tired Sky of a December Storm

02 Tuesday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

≈ 26 Comments

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Birds, Black and White, Florida, Hiking, Mouse, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Storm, Tree

The Walk00Wrinkle of pink sun
Furrowed in a tired sky-
Spider web shudders

NailingA prickly-pear claw
Pecking at the bone-white path-
A marsh mouse crossing

NailingTangled branches crack-
Black fury of starlings soar
The December storm

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