Pictures with Words

A quick post to confirm that I have changed the title of this blog to 'Pictures with Words' to better encapsulate what I'm doing with this blog. After 51 posts covering all sorts of things I feel I'm moving toward pictures and the way I feel about them ... how they move me and increasingly, short pieces of prose or poetry bringing forth my thoughts involved in their creation. I reckon the new title reflects this idea and direction better than 'The Lushpup Blog' ;-)

My sincere apologies if this change means you temporarily lose me - I'm sure we'll find each other again!

I think it's a step in the right direction don't you?

Sincerely,

Geoffrey


Telegraph poles resemble crosses as they disappear over a hil

The Monaro Plains

Telegraph poles resemble crosses as they disappear over a hill

THE MONARO PLAINS - Anthony Lawrence (May 2012)

Wooden crosses
a vanishing point wired for talk

a watercolour bleed
of low clouds, windbroken pines

a charcoal rubbing
of lost connections  ~ you are here

passing through
uncoupled is a state of rhyme

what the eye reveals
the mouth extends in clipped syllables

depth of field
a black rain squall of starlings on a hill


Words: Anthony Lawrence (Used with author's permission)
Picture: Geoffrey Dunn

Sunset Wave

Sea and Sky blur into faux continuum

Forever parted by our exhalations


Petroleum

Petroleum

windswept leafy autumn chill
fuel that warmed machine's internals
now drained
tanks vapour filled
hollow booming - signage an empty promise
abandoned a day and already unkempt
fenced, dug up and replaced
the land given a new life
and on future warm summer evenings
when myriad people sip and gaze
from fresh balconies
a faint waft of petroleum
hangs sweetly in the air

-May 2012

 

Our local service station has finally closed. It marks the end of an era for this little suburb. One of the last small servos to go. The bicycle shop - it was handy having one just down the road - closed up months ago. I was on my way back from a family shoot on Sunday and saw that the place had finally closed ... so I stopped and took some photographs. The signage came down yesterday morning.  I know all things must change and the world moves on but I was sad to see it go. Soon it will be as though nothing was there. Units will be up in a year. Nothing will remain except the faint waft of petroleum hanging sweetly in the air.

What about you? Do you document the things that change before they change?


Long daytime exposure of the sea against rocks

Shores of a methane sea

Long daytime exposure of the sea against rocks

Imagine standing on a planet much colder than this one is now and looking out over a sea of liquid methane ...

Shores of a Methane Sea ... the crunch of crystalline accretions under your boot

... the way the liquid moves and sighs - not like water

but thinner and with crackle...

 

About the picture: playing around with the B+W ND110E 10 stop neutral density filter.


boy standing in front of train passing a station at speed

Feel The Wind

Feel the wind of a passing train. Those destinations unridden, the breezy suggestion of another place.

Stand anchored, feeling the pull and blur of the cars ... the light unconscious pull and tug...

Passing TRain
'Feel The Wind' (Black & White)

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Shot on the platform of Tempe Station in Sydney.

1/6 sec at f/22 in case you'd like to know :-)


'The Hotel' by Rudi de Jong

Picked this up in town from Rudi ...who wanders the town centres with photocopies of his work. I quite like them and happy to give him some exposure. I'll get a portrait of him one day and post that too...

'The Hotel' by Rudi de Jong

The oasis

the home away from home

old friends

the beer flowing freely

the publican

the weary pilgrim

music from the juke-box

the visitor

the cry

"Drinks on the house for everyone"

everyone filled with joy

troubles forgotten

problems solved

the beer glass raised high

the final word

Christ himself

a friend of publicans

and sinners

the Hotel

'The Hotel' by Rudi de Jong (20/3/2012)

Picked this up in town from Rudi ...who wanders the town centres with photocopies of his work. I quite like them and happy to give him some exposure. I'll get a portrait of him one day and post that too...


water droplets consdensed onto a shiny blue surface

Condensed

water droplets consdensed onto a shiny blue surface

Condensed

The cool skin, attractive

pulling my eyes

pulling the very vapours from the air 

 

loving dappled and blue

condensed.


With These Hands I Will Make The World

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With these hands I will dig

and hold

circle

and fold

shape

and grow

caress, create

with these hands I will make the world

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Out in the backyard, playing in the dirt ... the simple joys of finding a creature alive in the soil. Then crushing it and loving it until it's alive no more ... I hope that if there is some kind of spirit guardian of the invertebrate realm that they perhaps look the other way when small children play with their kin.


'The New Year' a poem by Rudi de Jong

I see this poet in Civic standing tall and somewhat dishevelled asking passers by if they'd like to buy a photocopy of one of his poems ... yesterday I did and I liked it ... here it is....

The New Year - by Rudi de Jong

Time passing

the old becoming new

new hopes

new visions

a royal tapestry

old ways

resolutions forgotten

home, sweet, home

the golden handshake

the spoken word

prayers said

midnight joys

the economy in trouble

friends hard to find

the word spoken

another year

the future unknown

"Sufficient unto the day the evil there of"

the New Year.