Time Machine
Pictures are simply moments frozen in time!
They make it possible for us to travel through time.
Our own personal time machine but we can only catch a glimpse of the past, they have no way of telling us what the future may hold.
Relics of time and space, intergalactic instruments if you will, propelling us from one reality to the next. I wonder what stories all these pictures would tell, i...
Saturday 25th February 2023 1:32 pm
Aurora
This poem was written after a day exploring Omaha Beach, one of the D-Day invasion beaches of Normandy.
Aurora
Before the dawn the north wind rails
at electric curtains of purple, acid green;
soft and terrible sails
that drape the stars,
flare bright as crystaline arctic nights.
Shall I walk far through silver beech
to reach hibernating huntsmen? Snow-shoed,
can I f...
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