An #ImagePrompt for you. Tell us the story that connects these images.
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Can you combine these images into a #story?
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Four slightly odd images to inspire a story.
Okay. I'm going to share some of my process work here this year, but crucially not all of it. I am still going to #imageprompt wherever I can, but I have an obligation for a second pamphlet and a digital only pamphlet in 2023, so the best work is going to be saved for there.
i
Between Autumn trees
a tower stands, beginning
of today's journey -
ii
cut to: the lakeside
snowy morning, decisions
how we will proceed.
iii
Is this an outing
water-based adventuring
on unexplored seas
iv
or should we take flight
as lone explorers? The choice,
of course, remains yours...
The darkness, lives
creeps branches across
and up, the point
where cloud is indivisible
from that it feeds:
a brooding life
knowledge of the ages
extends, waits
lets the light escape
painting land
with living history
it predates.
At the edge of two worlds
land accepts
sea wins this round
and maybe
in future battles
they could possibly
consider
the same side...
i
embrace the worker
like so many others, life
as constant patterns
ii
embrace the thinker
likening experience
to a greater whole
iii
embrace the silence
between them both: empty chair
attracts attention
iv
all this emerges
from one moment: between trees
all this, that I see
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I'm getting a LOT of pleasure just doing #imageprompt on here at present. No expectations and just positive responses. When there are issues, it's abundantly obvious: the people who are selfish, who don't read or aren't listening become abundantly apparent.
So, in 2023, lots more of that and a lot less trying to impress people who, in the end, aren't listening either.
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i
what do we have here?
history, preservation
ageing, once status.
ii
then, what is this here?
the same, only external
fading status, hues.
iii
here is what matters:
planet, constantly changing
palette, evolving.
iv
in this, you're constant
strong, capable, focussing
beauty in belief.
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It's been a full-on week and I'll be taking it easy until we start again properly next week, but there might be some cheeky #imageprompt along the way because WHY NOT?
There's a lot
going on
from the surf, to the sun
past the trees, to the break
where the clouds bend
then ache at sea's clash
with rocks as the trees
take it all and then shrug
from the call of a moment
on film that is
caught at the turn
of a tide and this day
where the elements play
fair to say
there's a lot
going on.
i
A beginning, is
as simple as a closed door
desire to open;
ii
the remains, inside
a cheerful welcome, comfort
from the warm surprise
iii
and as you walk out
into the winter landscape
always be mindful
iv
your home is shared with
a myriad of creatures:
open mind, with care.
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He calls it a bust:
all I see is boom
the light of
everything
at once, a gloom
that hangs, polluted
yet is clear
as every point of origin
appears to track
a start, a star
back to itself
the truth of
everything
that's made, above.
no introduction
just a view
looking in
without permission
voyeur
without contrition
you were not asked
but still you took
and yet
remain
just a view
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i
it is possible
to see the shore: exercise
laying out the land
ii
everything on blue
that remains white: a viewpoint
smearing weather on
iii
these sunsets, brighter
golden aspect: before dark
the heavens erupt
iv
all the right colours
combinations: from abstract
she forms a new world
These are a great set of paintings to warm up to, Martine. You do a brilliant job of evoking reality. Thank you.
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The trees, hold aloft
that, which has, not yet
to touch the ground
the white, that shows
a change in season's mark
azure cold, all around
the wood, that grows
even in the light
a change of aspect
that, which has, not held
a touch to sky
with what remains on trees.
Between the land, the line
sea, to bay, to sky
that promises a joy
pulling me towards a
point where everything
in blue and grey and green
will meet and greet
this weary heart
allowance of my greater part
just to stand and stare
and smile, happy to embrace
the line, between the land.