Solitrees

words, gallery, poem

An ongoing collection.

Sometimes I sift through my (elephantine!) photographic archive just trying to figure out what on Earth I am at. Patterns of things that interest me emerge, and I come away knowing how I see things a little better – though generally feeling not very much the wiser!

The photographs here were taken over several years. Some of them are of individuals I photograph often, some I have visited only once. I feel they are all connected.

As ever, I hope these bring you joy..

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Solitrees

Some of these are done with standing.
Some lost limbs that’d shatter me,
and sail on unperturbed.
Some met once in distant places,
some touch-stone regular,
our own signs of life.

Getting on with growing.
Getting on since before this breath,
irrelevant acknowledgement –
or admiration or pride at imagined
poise, at such tight-grain stoicism.
No – none of that, and none of these.

Each one as one alone, on hill or moor
or burst from drystane boundaries.
Some are down now, some still to dance
slow-spun solos long after this
passing glance, respect, remark –
long after this moment’s photograph.

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If you’re interested in more of my ongoing photographic work, please have a look at these portfolio galleries I recently put on my website - let me know what you think in comments here.

This post is also available (with a few more photos) on my blog subjects, objects, verbs.

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