eventually
after minutes added on
final whistle blows
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CLP 15/01/2022
on time
Author Archives: Christopher Perry
Liberté, Equalité, Humanité
on time
if you get up early
during these short days
get out, walk towards the east
stand still, watch the bright light grow
from deep blue, so blue its almost black
to steel grey
watch the horizon burn
turn, look up at the highest point
study the golden light edging down
the church steeple
the conifer
the pylon
city hall's clock tower
you'll feel the Earth spinning
taking you into a new day
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CLP 14/01/2022
on dawn
yes, we can do this
your way, my way or our way
meet me at day break
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CLP 12/01/2022
on light
tune into new day
Sun tweaks its colour settings
birdsong audible
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n.b. Without the dampening affect of full foliage the morning is a pretty noisy time of day, particularly now that there is no lockdown in England and traffic on the bypass and into the city centre is increasingly heavy.
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CLP 12/01/2022
on white lights
intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours
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CLP 10/01/2022
on flight
starlings stir up dusk
sky's grey palette liquified
fish out of water
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n.b. A photograph cannot capture the wonder of starlings numbering hundreds or thousands flying in a free-wheeling flock, a mumuration. Yesterday, late afternoon, Great Yarmouth; the magic of flight, the joy of collective effort, the beauty of life.
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CLP 09/01/2022
on light
precious metal
take me to bathe in sunshine
swim in heaven's blue
n.b. This is not Australia, a land of beautiful light; this is England, where such brilliance is a gift.
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CLP 09/01/2022
on light
compared with the Sun
everything becomes grey-scale
without perspective
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n.b. It has been a challenging few days, putting fingers to the keyboard as impossible as joining like poles of two magnets. The ‘must post’ became ‘can’t post’.
Now, a shift. Was it the sunlight? Was it the experience of movement in daytime? Was it enjoying catching up with distant friends during the Twelve Days of Christmas? Was it remembering no employer owns all my time? Was it a conversation? Was it spending an hour cleaning the bathroom (don’t ask)? Was it hearing the wren singing?
The shift is back ‘to ‘I post‘. Easy enough to say…
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CLP 08/01/2022
on time
sooner and later
edges of day stretch apart
cast light into gloom
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n.b. The shift is noticeable, not just the steadily extending day, but the intensity of light seems to increase as the Sun’s daily arc moves toward the centre of the northern sky’s canopy.
CLP 07/01/2022
on water
winter leaf litter
fuels seasonal fungi growth
expose concrete bloom
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n.b. Nice that many of Norfolk’s water towers were situated in woodland in deference to local aesthetic sensibilities. Their increased visibility after the leaf-fall sits neatly with the natural cycle of mushrooms; hence the design, I suppose.
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CLP 03/01/2022
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