Archive for October, 2015

Never, Never, Never

Posted: October 27, 2015 in Food, wildlife

chipmunk

Never eat anything bigger than your head… guess there is a reason they are called “rats with fur coats.”
~John

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Dover UK
Only photography can explain how a pier appears. If you came to Dover, you could see the Prince of Wales pier, which was completed in 1902.   The shelter seen in the photograph was added in 1977

Some things are very hard to explain. Once a writing teacher said, give me three sentences about your home town.   I finally put down… i came. i saw. i departed.

Despite new devices, it’s still hard to communicate. i loved photography more than anything, because it was so hard to dispute. Words can have meanings multiple, but

THERE REALLY WAS a pier where boys and girls jumped

into the cold British sea, there was a place where just for a moment, sun, shadows and shapes spoke silently. There really was.

But in our digital age, one could show even the Eiffel tower standing in a crater on the moon, so if a digital image is to convince, you have to trust the source.

And you CAN trust me my friend, really, the check is in the mail.

Really, i’m from the government and i’m here to help you. Really…

~paul

Putting the Stamp on Poetry

Posted: October 13, 2015 in Art photography, Poetry

Leaf in rain, photo by Paul Dagys
Separate Holidays 

Ten-thirty in my time,
gone midnight in yours.

You will have dined on meat cooked by thieves,
sipped iced water to cut through
walnuts, sugar and filo
steeped in thyme-infused honey.

You will dream of mountains
hunched around villas baked white and silent:
gnarled olive trees, their leaves shuddered
silver-green in hot, dry winds;
listless waves lapping scorched Ionian shores.

You will wake with the tang of lemon on your lips:
I wake to cold white sheets;
needles of Norfolk rain.

                                       Julie Stamp

 dungeness
I was fascinated by this post-modern sculpture, on the beach near Dungeness.  What could be more avant-garde than artwork made by an old man, and the sea.

~Paul