henry’s nose pressed it open
that solid door
light spread on frescoes
and stencils a plaster canvas
to an artists heart,
inside heavy paws
trod carefully
hazel eyes saw much,
virginia talking to E.M
flashbulb pop
of camera indulgence,
smoke swirled in wisps,
that kissed many brows
and lips,
laying still on the cool
floor
henry knew
this place was special
as where those who walked
and would as ghosts
in time to come.
Brilliant piece on the Duke of Lancaster graffiti ship
Chris and I went for a wander a couple of weeks ago, we try to get one day a week where we just take off in the car and head wherever the pointer lands on the map. This time it landed on Wales, Talacre to be exact! Now this has become a bit of an in joke between us as Chris did ask me if i wanted to go to Talacre for our honeymoon 18 years ago. Silly me thought it was in Spain! When it is 5.5 miles as the crow flies from our home. 🙂 Well we didnt go then but have been since. This day was beautiful, one of those rare winter days of deep blue sky, warm sun and no need for a coat, perfect. We drove over the Shotton bridge, i am going back to photograph it, and meandered down to Mostyn. We had lunch…
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