he stands watch
the skinny man
the benevolent guardian of
he stands ready
the fearful man
a repository for worriment
This week’s Monochrome Monday is the second in my series of posts showing some of the ornaments my sister and I have around our house. Some of them are rather odd…
I quite enjoyed playing around with the editing of this statue. The first picture has very high contrast and clarity. I wanted to bring out the texture of the figure and highlight the light vs dark / hope vs fear theme of the poem. The second picture has much lower contrast and clarity, giving it quite a ghostly effect. I felt this fitted quite well with the idea of the benevolent, watching spirit within the statue.
I’d love to know what you think.
for harmonious journeys
As those of you who’ve followed my blog for any time might know, last year my sister and I moved into a house together. In order to decorate our new place, we pooled all of the ornaments and random whatsits that we’d individually collected over the years. This week’s Monochrome Monday post will be the first of a series of posts that will showcase a few of these bits and bobs.
Whilst in many ways my sister and I are very similar, there are also a great many ways in which we differ. This is perfectly represented by the two ornaments that sit together on the bookshelf. The owl is my academically-minded sister’s. The pussycat is mine. They represent our different natures perfectly.
The two of us actually lived together before, for a number of years back when I was in my early twenties. Unfortunately, back then our differences drove us apart. This time around, older and wiser, we’re both determined to compromise more in order to find a happy middle ground. So far, it seems to be working.
in electric frissons on the air
excited laughter mingling with
the scents of pine needles and spices
as children follow the white rabbit
into a magical wonderland for
a date not to be missed
This week’s photos were taken at Doddington Hall, a stately home on the outskirts of Lincoln. Every year they decorate with a different theme. This year’s is Alice in Wonderland.
Generally I like to stick with black and white photos for my Monochrome Monday posts, but as a Christmas treat I thought I’d also include a shot of the White Rabbit room in colour this week.
fallen leaves lie scattered
yesterday’s doubts discarded
insulating the seeds of hope
through winter’s long chill
This week’s pictures were taken at the meadow during November. I thought they looked different enough in black and white that I could use them despite having shared the coloured versions only a few days ago!
I hope you like them.
gain insight in ascent
awakening emotions stultified
by society’s strictures
gain closure in descent
revisiting issues locked within
gain wisdom with each step
overcoming life’s adversities
so true joy can be found
This week’s pictures were both taken at Harlow Carr, an RHS garden in Yorkshire that I visited a few week’s ago.
I hope you like them.
metal pealing against cobblestones
in a chiming of bells
as dreamlike figures ghost by
a cavalcade of spirits
messengers from the past
bearing warning from a time of
division and strife
for those who care to listen
This week’s photo was taken at an English Civil War reenactment in my home town of Newark-on-Trent a year or so ago. The figures on horseback were the messengers from the parliamentary forces who carried the terms of surrender for the royalist town. If you’d like to see more pictures from the event, you can check out my post about it here. If you’d like to learn more about the history behind the event, check out my mum, Millie Thom’s, post on it here.
Cara dropped onto her bed, tugging the blanket over her shoulders as weariness pinned her to the mattress. Sleep soon began to smother her thoughts. She welcomed its oblivion after the backbreaking work of the day.
The voice of the new girl jolted her back to awareness.
She was tempted to respond – irritably – but tiredness held her silent. She gritted her teeth, trying not to listen as the girl whined about the harsh conditions and the uncomfortable bed. At least the brat had a bed, as hard as the thing might be. She ought to just be thankful for that and save her whinging for the issues that actually mattered… Unfortunately, the girl would probably be learning about those soon enough.
Cara pulled her blanket over her head. She’d spent too many nights huddled in whatever shelter she could find, with only newspapers and a thin coat for warmth, to not be thankful for the small comforts she’d been granted. At least here they were out of the elements. And away from the predatory men who stalked the city streets.
Most of them, anyway.
The new girl fell finally silent as the door creaked open. Heavy footsteps crossed the room.
Word Count: 2oo
That story suddenly became far darker than I intended it to be.
The picture is another one taken at the Southwell Workhouse. I think the light and the bleak setting tends to lend itself well to black and white photography. And to rather dark stories.