#Fowc #Poetic
Performing Penguin
on the ice
engages with his fellow birds
the only way he can
in the art of juggling his dinner
could you call it poetry in motion ? the audience think so
from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
#Fowc #Poetic
Performing Penguin
on the ice
engages with his fellow birds
the only way he can
in the art of juggling his dinner
could you call it poetry in motion ? the audience think so
I watched
with my feet still sat in wet sand
as the evening skies faded
like a fire in outer space
day turned slowly into night
and silver fish still circled
as a central point of
fire and ice
waited for the many moons
in the grecian sky to settle in their spots
like diamonds in the sky
Got to admit, that first layer of frost on the ground
In-stills me with an air of trepidation
Not exactly fear, but as you make your way from here to there
Going across the icy surfaces
Expect a slip or slide or two – especially by the
Roadside pavements where Jack frost refuses to budge
Little steps carefully taken are what’s required here, or
You’ll slip up on that iced up path
Really you took health and safety and chucked it out,
If you thought skidding across the frozen pond was a good idea
Swans, geese and gulls watched in amusement, as you
kept testing the thinness of the pond ice
You’ve been told, but won’t listen….till you go in
Served up in a glass bowl
Wonderful fruit combines with frosty ice cream
Everyone smiling as the bananas are
Enveloped by the Ice cold tastes of strawberry and chocolate and cream
Together – as they melt and mingle – they make a heavenly delight
Gliding across the ice like a top ballerina
rotating circles into blue ice with her blade
audiences applaud this brilliant ice dancer as she
circles around creating patterns on the ground
everyone appreciating each light move –
floating in the air as she spins
until the time comes for her to
land delicately on the ice…to receive her flowers
Here is a flower, caught in a block of melting ice.
It was originally yellow , its colour faded as there was nowhere to transport any nutrients to. To some, this may be a sad scene but to others they say – Look again.
The detail of the Flower – captured, in a moment of time
The cold, frosty ice – holding the flower in that moment, whilst the air bubbles around it seem to bring it back to life, as it enhances every of the flowers petals, and every one of its individual ridges. Its true – the ice will melt – indeed, look closely it is melting. But whilst it maintains most of its solidity it shows the flowers contures, and lines – in fact, the very character of the flower.
Another flower, in a block of ice
This flower seems to have had better luck than the first – in that it has maintained its colour. The oxygen bubbles once more seem to have danced around the flowerhead and each of the flowers petals have been highlighted in the ice.
The details highlighted the flowers formation
Backlit flowers, on a background of fabrics
These flowers were brought to life, not by ice – but by the power of light.
Individual tulips were set out on a fabric base and lit from behind using a torch for the light source. I liked the way each of the flowers own individual details were brought to life by the light coming through the shimmery fabric.
Queen Mother Rose, taken outside in BASICs Enchanted Garden
One of my favourite outdoor pics – I liked the individual petal formation and the lovely colours of this rose.
Salford, 25th May 2016
Location : Brain and Spinal Injury Centre – Salford
In today’s photography workshop, we’ve been working with flower heads, captured in trays of Ice. We photographed the Ice over time , with close up shots and as the ice changed, the subject matter changed too.
The green coloured cloth was set out to keep the table dry – but it added some interesting textures to the photograph.
The Ice allowed us to do some really good close up work, and as it melted – we achieved some really good effects with our cameras.
Getting close up to the subject matter in the ice captured the bubbles in the ice as well as the details in the flowers. I enjoyed taking the above pic because of the colours in the flower, the detail of the flower and the bubbles in the ice.
Another Wintry acrostic for a cold winters night
From the arctic north
Rolling icy winds travel across the Island
Over hills and meadow they go, Painting everything white
Sun in the sky, fairly invisible to the eye
Turning young minds towards sunnier days.
In arctic waters
Captains of mighty trawlers
Expect Trouble – so upon sight they
Beckon each and
Every Man on board to
Resist the perilous demon of the ice, or
Go to the lifeboats