she came

 she came

in 

autumn leaves

the fallen

colours

dreamed

and

matting

while

I

danced

in

this

precious

moment

filmed

The topic this week in my PhotoGroup is 'plastic'.  

It's everywhere - littering the side of roads, heaped up in huge land-fill piles, drifting across the oceans and buried deep in forests.  It threatens to consume us all and this is how I've interpreted the brief.


The plastic film threatens to engulf the face. It obscures and distorts its features, much as it does the natural landscape once we've carelessly discarded it.  The plastic serves as a mask to our collective madness, a mask that one day may obliterate us.

These are not pretty pictures. They are not meant to be. Instead, the intention is to challenge and confront our complacency.

hands

These hands once clasped a child's skipping rope

and twirled it round and round.

These hands once held a lover

deep in the heat of night.

These hands nursed two babies and a grandson

two dead now all too soon.

These hands have served so many

marked with lines of love.

A portrait of my friend.