
The very last images from my time in Farnham, more views of the bright sunlight streaming into our apartment.



The very last images from my time in Farnham, more views of the bright sunlight streaming into our apartment.



I’ve photographed these bags in the bright sun several times now. Not sure I’ve quite captured their luminescent glow.

A couple more of the images I collected in Farnham of the bright sunlight flooding our apartment. The one above, shot on Ilford HP5 at 6 x 4.5 cm and the one below shot digitally.


I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.  Â
I learn by going where I have to go.
Theodore Roethke, “The Waking” from Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke. Copyright 1953 by Theodore Roethke. Used by permission of Doubleday, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (Doubleday, 1961)





By lunchtime the sun had peeped out and I had occasion to pull out the Fujifilm 60mm macro lens for these shots of the sunlight passing through a glass of water onto the tablecloth.

