Saturday, March 14, 2015
Watching the budding photographers find their way through the viewfinder is a pleasurable experience. I know they are looking for colour and spectacle. They can find it without the camera, but the camera can guide them. At least it gets them out there. I watch with interest at their reactions. It becomes all too much for them. They are failing.
"Put your camera down and just look." I call. They do. Its as though they might have missed it.
The fishing boat rises and falls on the turbulent blue-black sea. One moment I see it, riding high. The next it is barely visible...
What's it like to be someone else? To be young, thoughtful, blessed With possibilities, most probable, ready For all that life can o...
My thoughts are elsewhere, moving faster than I, with more grace and determination. The thoughts move in the past where a young man ling...