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Here are some pictures from the tragic helicopter accident at the Clutha Vaults in Glasgow on Friday night. These pictures were sold as an exclusive to the Sunday Express.
This is one example of a picture I took where I think the fact it was taken through a window added to the atmosphere. This was taken from the telecoms tower in Berlin, looking down onto a junction in the city. I’ve taken lots of photos of the tower and lots from the tower, but this time it was getting dark and the windows were dirty enough that I didn’t expect to get anything. But using a long lens minimised the effect of the dirt, and from there it was just a case of trying to get the camera stable enough for some telephoto shots looking down on the city. This one reminds me of the computer game SimCity.
Next week I’ll post the other picture in which I think shooting through a window (a car window with rain dribbling down it) adds to the atmosphere. (it was taken on the Scottish island of Rousay)…
LIGHT OVER WATER
Myriad instantaneous alighting raindrops on the stream
That has run unbroken down and on
Since this once familiar place was home,
Each in its alighting flashes sun’s glitter and is gone
As another, and another and another come to meet me,
Always here and now,
The same bright innumerable company arriving,
Anew the present always absolving from time’s flow.
Old, I know
How many, many, many of the epiphanies of light.
And yet now as I write
They are only memories,
Those bright arrivals of the travelling light,
Now nowhere,never again.
No Road or bridge or gate
Into the past, once now, once here,
Nor farthest star comes near
Where they are gone, who once were dear;
For memory is Hades’ house
Where none is present, where none meet.
And yet again, always
Those presences come to us, are seen, are known,
Messengers of meaning, sacred, indecipherable,
Present everywhere, to all.
Inaccessible as life their source;
We know untold, untaught
Who they are, what holy truth proclaim
The know a mystery, a mystery the known,
Forms of wisdom in perpetual epiphany, they and we,
Sun and eye, seer and seen,
Daily angels, sun and stars, river and rain.
by Kathleen Raine
You may or may not relate to this, but one of the problems with spending your [working] life if a hyper inspired state is that it becomes very difficult to switch off from it. Being inspired does often seem to working like there’s no tomorrow – something which undoubtedly takes its toll. Everybody I know that started their own projects, after ten years or so they carry around a look of tiredness – it’s actually written into their faces. For those embarking on their mission – i can only say one thing – look after yourself first, you are your first asset – leave some gasoline in the tank to keep doing the things you love. In the mean time, I’m finding some solace in the Sea.