At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan
'simply B' © l.m.noonan 2009
The majority of my 'drive by' shots'--in this case through the grimy glass of our train to Delhi; were either blurred or plain uninteresting.
I did manage a couple of lucky shots however.
This is another composite shot that is the combination of a photograph and a scan of one of my small artworks/canvas.
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2 comments:
You make me want to weep that is so good.
Thanks Michael, but you and I and anyone who visits one of your internet sites knows who is the professional and who is the amateur. Your work is beautiful...naked, au natural, whilst mine, well lets just say I use a lot of makeup, a pushup bra and sometimes a girdle.
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