Talk About The Weather

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I talk about the weather when -
1. the weather is worth talking about
2. I have something else to say but it's really not the right moment
3. I have no idea what you are talking about

Today was deliciously HOT. Record-breaking HOT. Unfortunately I missed most of it, locked away in freezing cold air conditioning.  But even at mid afternoon, when I finally made my escape, heat greeted me at the door, escorted me to my car, and promised there were still a few hours to enjoy.

This evening at dusk the wind picked up.  In fact it picked up quite a lot of things and threw them about the place. Fast. At the beach, rows of speeding sand particles gave visible form to gusts of otherwise unseeable currents.  Lovely, lovely, lovely. And literally breath-taking if you inhale the stuff so I don't recommend that.

In the sky, storm clouds gathered.  And in the storm clouds, a porthole appeared.  A vortex. A big, loud secret thing.  A vibrant, glowing existential tease.

And then it was gone.

Copyright Sarah Lorien 18th January 2013

Afternoon Sun On Early Spring Branches

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It was a freezing afternoon in early Spring.

The last of the day to grasp at warm, mellow afternoon sun's rays

were these glowing branches. 

They would be in full bloom by now.

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Image and text copyright 2012 Sarah Lorien

Some Days

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Some days make no reference to sunsets or birds.

Others do.

Some days are roads and traffic, or maybe trains.
Some days are appointments you made months ago.
Some days are so similar to other days you're not quite sure if you've slept.
Some days are inside all day without windows.
Some days you are standing directly under a huge, magnificent sky;
but forget to look up.
Some days make no reference to sunsets or birds.
Others do.











Image and text (c) Sarah Lorien.

Point Of View

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Separate events, but same ballpark.

You could say,

"Oh yeah, another hibiscus"

Or you could try a different angle,

move your focus

or illuminate it with new light

and maybe change your point of view.

All images and text (c) Sarah Lorien 2012

Stars

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You know it has been raining A LOT recently when that 40-second walk from the car to the front door takes ….. well, a lot longer. Even once you are inside the house 'they' are still hovering before your eyes.

STARS. Tonight there were stars in the sky.

No unbroken canopy of grey, no underside of a weary umbrella.

STARS.

If you've ever tried to capture stars with a phone camera, you'll know it's not particularly successful. So here is a photograph of some very pretty clouds. It's up to you to imagine it's night time, imagine the clouds dissolving completely into perfect still air, and let yourself be amazed by STARS.

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Bluebottles. Beware.

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I believe there are landlubbers among you - those who prefer not to venture to the oceans

or the beaches that bind us to them. I don't understand you. 

But as a common courtesy I offer this warning: 

If you find yourselves, one day, at the water,

and are taken with curious luminous blue mush

that globs and stretches around these creatures...

Sometimes a single one can have tentacles metres long! 

Almost invisible in the ocean waves!...

BEWARE. They really, really hurt.

It will be tempting, though.  Their luminescence is bewitching.  We have all known beauty

dangerous to touch, and we have known it all the way to the inevitable contact.

Someone passing by said I was crazy to lie on the sand to take these photographs - 

next to the blue tentacles that waited, languid, along the shoreline for waves to deliver them excruciatingly around limbs and weave them murderously through tangled tresses. 

Maybe. But that's what Bluebottles do, 

like silent blue Sirens from the ocean depths they lure you closer and closer.

And closer.

All images and text (c) Sarah Lorien 2011

The Memory of Water

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Infinitely elegant is the language of water -

revealing its memories, hopes and dreams with precision and melody. 

Each tiny drop resonant with life.  Every grain of sand placed perfectly.

These are the stories of this world.

The memory of water - voyagers.

The memory of water - love.

The memory of water - moon.

The memory of water - music.

The memory of water - is speaking.

All images and text (c) Sarah Lorien 2011