Sunday, May 27, 2012

"All our lives are collections
curated through memory."

Dry Storage No. 1
   Richard Fortey


The old houses in the farmyard always
seem to hold nesting flycatchers
( Easterm Phoebe ?)
They greet the dawn and generally
watch over things. We were very happy
to see that our work on the cabin
was also supervised by one.







The Dawn Deer

A solitary silhouette at dawn, ears wide cocked like the gun
I do not carry, we are both poised between past
and future, and so we wait, trapped in the amber light.

For me this is merely a walk, I have simply paused
between one step and the next. But an error on your part
is freighted with consequences and finally you slip away.


Today neither of us is prey, but mute to each other
we know only what has been, not words, not intentions.

                                                                        Guy

4 comments:

Gary said...

Beautiful post!! Boom & Gary of the Vermilon River Canada.

Guy said...

Thanks Gary.

Hi to Boomer.

Guy

Kathie Brown said...

Guy, I LOVE that first photo! It looks like a Christmas card or note card or art print! I do believe it is a phoebe! How very quaint! All of these images are like lovely postcards from the countryside. Each is a beauty and a poem in its own right!

Guy said...

Hi Kathie

Thank you for your kind comments. One thing I enjoy about taking photographs is that you can capture events or notice beauty that you would not have see with the naked eye. It gets you up and out and looking at the world and you are always rewarded by beauty or taught a lesson or left with a new thought often something totally unexpected.

Regards
Guy