Wednesday, 20 February 2008

Above the bus stop





Early morning. Slumped against the churchyard wall by the bus stop. The bus driver’s deep in his newspaper; we won't be leaving yet. Hiatus. From the blinkered space between sleep’s hangover and the numbing cold of a grey morning, look up… and up, and back and see the ordinary, extraordinary patterns on the sky. Zoom lens: eyes, then feet float up towards the tree-tops. Cool, dreamy clarity of Winter shapes. With me still at noon.

11 comments:

Lorianne said...

Wonderfully evocative, like a psychologist's inkblot.

Bitterroot said...

I love your perspective, Jean. Congratulations on your blog anniversary.

zhoen said...

Roots growing upward.

MB said...

I love these, and what you've done with them.

Dave said...

Wonderful collage and accompanying text - a good example of why I keep returning to your blog(s), three years on.

Tall Girl said...

twisty

MB said...

On the subject of patterns, I ran across Oliver Sacks' piece on migraines and patterns and thought of you, Jean. It's here in case you are interested.

Lucy said...

Keep on looking upward!

Jean said...

MB, that's very interesting, as Oliver Sacks always is. (Have you read his new book about music? - I'm impatiently waiting for it to come out in paperback). I've never had migraine aura - do you get it? I do sometimes have strange repetitive thoughts and feelings, though, before or after migraine attacks, and it's useful to think of these as probably neurological phenomena, rather than psychological.

Udge said...

How very beautiful.

Alice said...

I love those sorts of shots - I used to spend hours sketching them when I was a teenager