Twenty Twenty Two

That’s a lot of twos!

The white tint on the frenchman’s cap. 2020, Pentax MX, 50mm.

On the nuances of time

Why is time always running away from us?

We never seem to have enough of it,

it keeps running away, running out

and the more we rush

the quicker the grains

fall through the hour glass.

Why do we always hustle?

Always busy,

Getting ready for the next thing

Failing to attain the presence

We wish was given to us.

Fleeing away, fleeing far

Time never stops for us

Not even for one bar.

August, 2020. A.S.

Looking South West. Pentax MX, 2020.

Busy bees

All these words

and all these thoughts

All these swords

And all these bows.

Busy little bees

Making honey,

One bear comes along

Eats it all.

Thoughts, words, actions

In escalating order

of significance.

Some people deny,

Spend their lives distracted;

The mounting evidence,

Turbulent need to act

Drowned in the metaphorical bottle.

13.8.2021, A.S.

‘Lake Whisper’. Pentax MX, 50mm.

Smitten snippet

Aligning watches

Ticking as one in time

Your hair, my hands,

folding origami

as mimes.

2012, A.S.

Morning Mist. 2019, Pentax MX, 50mm.

Why does the quiet matter so?

The lone breeze on the hill

The rippling tarn on the plateau,

The banksias, the buttongrass stand still

and the fog dampens every sound.

This quiet, voiceless place matters

It may not move, but it is not dead

It may not cry but it could be sad.

The quiet matters, because some things

are difficult to hear, they are not loud

The beating of a heart, the flutter of little wings

Reflective thoughts, troublesome mice.

Quiet is the sunrise as it brings colour,

Allows any voice to be heard over it.

If we can sit, and hear the dew drop

From the flower onto a shelf of rock

We will know,

Why the quiet matters so.

-A.S. 3/12/21

Cushion plant colony. 2020, Pentax MX, 50mm, Ektar 100.