Monmouth

Just a few photos I've taken today.

Listen to this.

BBC Wales

My photo has been published on BBC Wales today (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-22272608, image 4 is by me). Unfortunately, my words got twisted.  'The weather conditions make Penarth's pier seem quite a dramatic place. I like this image for its leading lines,' was exactly what I wanted to say. 


If you follow this link http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-19063071, you'll easily find image 8, which is also by me. 
Wales is so beautiful and I feel so fortunate to live here!


Updated on Sunday, 28 April: The caption's been changed on my request. They are brill! 

I'm sharing a few photos I took last weekend (just a reminder: click on the images to see them clearly). I visited Waterfall Country in Brecon Beacons (South Wales) again and then experimented with harsh lighting in my studio. Not entirely sure what I think of the results, but this is just a learning process and I thoroughly enjoy it.

         

                                                                                    Listen to this.

About a Boy

The green hope

of a child of wonder

born under an unlucky star

verges on black

At dawn,

encircled by those who don't care

(so shouldn't be),

in a grey tonality of his circumstances,

he's a helpless giver of light

In the afternoon,

unable to preserve

the glow of a summer day,

he bends down

but

swiftly gets up to wipe off

the scars of disappointment

At twilight,

he grows his beautiful shell

to cover the pain 

of unbearable formless void

he's afraid he's become 

 At night,

all tension vanishes

from his innocent face

His wings're no longer denied

                                                This is for your ears. And this.

About Being Afraid

In this poem,

the air is pure,

so I can easily notice

these powerful jaws of fear

ravenously devouring 
the soft music 
of your untainted soul

and

the astonishing light 
of your gentle being

Where is the voice 
that should speak up?

Where is the saddened joy 
that wants to be expressed?

The coded dignity of your trembling hands

cruelly drowns your silence out

The quirky grace of your moist eyes

is callously loud and clear,

but here this poem ends

Penarth (taken yesterday, click on the image to enlarge it)

Listen to this.