This morning I stood on a bridge in Aylesford and quietly watched the Medway river running towards its oneness with the sea. I’ve been reading about the history of this river and visualized and imagined all its ancient stories written into its rocks and flowing waters. I came to the conclusion that there’s nothing more like life, than a river. I suspect this was something of what Norman Maclean felt when he wrote, ” I am haunted by waters.”
(Image taken with my mobile)
Spent some time in Rochester and Visited the Cathedral. We walked down in to the crypt and I took this image of one of the windows, once again finding the light and shadow so intriguing.
“The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.”
Sydney J Harris
The Wintry light and shadow in the English landscape is magnificent to behold. The contrast can be extremely sharp. It’s both beautiful and a little ominous. This was the view from our backyard at 4pm today. I was entranced by it.
I shot this in the garden of a Monastery. The shape and the afternoon light inspired me.
Enthusiasm is a good thing. There’s nothing more energizing than an enthusiastic person, but please spare me the kind of artificial enthusiasm that seems to be so common nowadays.
I was watching a good documentary the other night absolutely spoilt by the over exuberance of the presenter. His exaggerated speech and histrionic voice, punctuated by superlative after superlative and accompanied by wild hand and arm gestures, became so annoying, I wanted to switch the TV off. I tried to look past it all and strangely enough enjoyed the show, but not him.
What is it with these over exuberant expressions of enthusiasm? Perhaps it is what psychologists call “Reaction Formation” where a lack of something is made up for, through an overdose of that very thing. Whatever it is, it comes across as phony and false and is terribly annoying.
I was watching a police officer going about his work in a rather rowdy and disruptive context. Much of the noise was abuse being hurled at him.
I was touched by his silence in it all. He simply went about his task of standing his ground and protecting a particular entrance from unlawful entry.
As I watched him I couldn’t help but feel, that at a level invisible to us, silence is profoundly linked to a true and authentic expression of authority.