a soft day

a soft day

with a dark sky

and a field of grain

the director

in his head

settings and pixels

in his hands
the framing of silence

in his heart

a constellation

in this moment
sparks fly

with thanks to Evin O'Neill writer/director and the crew of A Dry Christmas

immaculate

bring her only 

immaculate vanilla flowers

she will contain them

walk around the room

and absorb their white scent 

into her pure heart

one small splash

it was dark in the

grim streets of berlin 

and warmth beckoned

us in

each table scrubbed 

cleared and set

with sugar a candle stick

an orange daisy

the lit flame still,

out of the wind

and the promise of one small splash

of summer

Dawn

awake often

as not

at 4am

no despair

just light

and a chance to

catch it

then sleep

again

and again

river

river of light

trailing a power

torch of blue flame

in our wake

watching waiting

they are waiting, watching

and I am watching, waiting

that moment when she looked at me

that moment when she looked at me

the veins stretched on her belly

a pregnant gorilla

with question mark eyes

bliss

in a state of bliss
two half shut eyes
to my one

golden

she arrives

in the role

of flower girl

golden little flower girl

self portrait 1979

new camera

new york hair

masked 

on a winter's evening

punk 

in a dublin flat

one for the record

two for the road

light as it comes through a window

then there was 

light as it comes through a window