Iris

Playing around with shape, thinking about how beautiful flowers are as they start to die. And the Georgia O'Keefe exhibition at Tate.

Cosmos

Shetland Yarn Machine

Hi - it's been a while. These pictures are from Shetland, Scotland. They are just off my PC without thought for order or quality - I just want to deposit them somehow. I love the blue and the industry and the shapes formed from the utility of the machine. 

Some little part of my brain is revived from thinking about angles and industry. Nice to feel it back.

Seeing Swifts

Common sense and a sense of humour are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humour is just common sense, dancing.

William James

14 July 2014

Watching swifts far above me, against a hazy blue sky. It is early morning and this blue sky is a sign of a beautiful day to come.

Swifts, tumbling, soaring. Their flight is elating. They fly so high that they come in and out of my range of vision, sometimes they're there, sometimes they're not. Tiny tumbling black spots in my eye. When they're closer I can see the crescent arc of their wings.

When they're gone my eyes are searching and the tiny shapes of stuff on my eye and the imaginary residue of stuff in my eye and on my brain become visible in the searching, against a blue sky. Barely discernible shapes and fuzzy motions that I may or may not have invented. Tiny shapes moving in my eyes, tumbling and elating in their freedom and flight, and the flight of the swifts blur with my own looking – all that activity. Swifts of and in my eyes, my flight with them.

There's nothing passive about seeing.

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