Subdued

In the Arena...

“It is not the critic who counts nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who knows great enthusiasm, great devotion and the triumph of achievement and who, at the worst, if he fails at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. You have never lived until you've almost died. For those who have had to fight for it, life has truly a flavour the protected shall never know.”

Theodore Roosevelt
“Citizenship in a Republic”
23rd April 1910, the Sorbone, Paris

Time

Time has become a true enemy,
it is not enough,
hours are halved,
minutes are seconds,
as we squeeze each daily activity into its void,
into each allocated slot...

Non Picture 001

No Camera today - so used mobile instead. Welcome to non-picture 001.

In the mountains...

In the mountains,
A monk’s robe hangs
In the meditation hall.
Outside the window,
No one’s to be seen,
Only birds skimming over the creek.
As I descend,
Dusk meets me halfway
Down the mountain road.
Still hearing the creek fall,
I hesitate, reluctant
To leave these blue heights.

- Meng Hao-jan (689-740)

Blade

Light Play

These have been dark months, hopefully some light will enter our lives again.

Autumn

Far up this cold mountain,
A steep rocky trail
Leads to places men dwell
In white clouds.
I stop my horse-drawn cart,
Sit and enjoy sunset through the maples,
Whose frosted leaves are redder
Than early spring flowers.

- Tu Mu (803-852)

Mothman

No Football!

In shadow we play

Copper

Autumn, a time for change and shifting...

Lands End I

Inner Demon

A Winter Morning

A cold winters morning... its good to be alone.

Summer Decay II

Product Shot

Nuclear Sunset