Ain’t he Coot?
Our last view of Margate in the sunny afternoon.
After seeing Grayson Perry’s Posh Cloths at Victoria Miro, we took a longish walk along the Regent’s Canal. It was one of those variable weather days where, at times, it would be sunny and warm, then cloudy and grey. Both were lovely.
Two shots of Carron Pond in Farnham Park, one converted to black and white, the other left in full colour.
Still point of the turning world
In thinking about the haiku form (see last post) I have been considering Japanese calligraphy and images which have a very calligraphic look to them. I also think of various Buddhist concepts, like Eliot’s “still point of the turning world,” in the Four Quartets.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
Here is a Bashō (considered by many the greatest practitioner of the haiku form):
One way or another, I think the image selection above (most taken on a walk to Caesar’s Camp in north Farnham) all have a kind of calligraphic, still feeling to them. Click any image to see them all full-sized.
More Wey Reflections
This one taken at the end of a walk through Bishop’s Meadow.
Reflections on North Downs Way
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