A rose by any other name

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. Sonnet 54 No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. Sonnet 35 Of … More A rose by any other name

Lilacs

Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. Among your heart-shaped leaves Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing Their little weak soft songs; In the crooks of your branches The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs Peer restlessly … More Lilacs

Exhibition notes

These are the notes for the selection of photos on display at the Oxford Festival of the Arts hub until 6th July. Oxford Blue – Garden photography Unvarnished – The portrait project “These two sets of photographs represent a point of transition in my life as a photographer – a move away from the nature/garden … More Exhibition notes

On photography

Few months ago, in a moment of madness I decided to enter my photos in an open art show. I have been taking pictures for a long time, and I know that they are not bad, but when I made that harebrained decision, I didn’t know if they would be good enough, or interesting enough … More On photography

November

Listen. With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. Adelaide Crapsey