I have found my art.
We’re in Croatia at the moment, currently travelling our way around Europe. We’re putting all our time into enjoying each day fully. We do miss home, but being here allows all the family to travel over themselves. Not long now until we all get together again, we’ve each got our own journey to experience and I’m excited to see them achieve theirs.
Curled up on the couch, we’re swept along this time by the prevailing wind…
…Morning has broken.
This one’s a diamond in the rough.
Quick look around this joint and you’re back at flip station, panning the platform for heels, watch the line. Announcement arrives and your mind hovers between jumping in, or stepping off… hold that train, of thought, there’s a tunnel up ahead and it’s signal… img…
Lost
Pulling into station, briefly, we’re swept along in time. Opening and closing doors becomes a habit for the carriage, as wall after wall of advertising seeps in, sandwiched between faces, all reading from their scroll, and scrolling their feed. As footsteps stop and seats retain warmth, we’re influenced by post after post of handles, not all of them handy.
A pylon in a field
Stands up to its load
Currently surging
No fixed abode
It takes what it can
It must carry power
Lifting up wires
From tower to tower
A nod to the crowd
This smoke is on fire
Reflection of thought
A bird on a wire
KF