This was so much fun to be apart of over the last six weeks, with the final theme ‘Calm’ my favourite one. Thanks again to Ian Street at Into The Orchard for such a brilliant idea, looking forward to the next ‘Photo Fun’ project?

Into The Orchard

So incredibly the summer holidays have drawn to a close and with it our #summerphotofun project.  As I mentioned when we started this me and the kids had no idea what would happen and if anyone would show any interest, in fact it was their idea to put it on the blog to see what would happen, but these last six weeks have been really special.  People who I have not met and had no knowledge of before this have got involved and as well as the pictures I’ve started to get to know new and interesting people through this which I hope will continue.  Each week people have chipped in with their interpretations of the themes picked by the kids and it has been wonderful watching them all come in and seeing how different people all view the same subject.  My own children have grasped the idea and as…

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For One’s Country

Pro Patria means For One's Country

One of my favourite photos I’ve taken recently was of the inscription Pro Patria (For one’s County) on the The Cenotaph War Memorial in Leeds, the beautiful stonemasons lettering mixed with the crystallisation and marbling really resonates with my artistic tendencies, but most of all is the deathly shadow that eerily graces its surface, almost like the hand of death that took so many of our soldiers lives.

Under this sky
These stars’ beneath
One day
We all have to go for a sleep
In such tiredness!
Like a snowy ocean about to freeze inside a North Pole!
This night
This day
O! This light!
These designs for such a life
Can ever we forget?
Under such a sky!

One day
I might had relished the savor of flesh inside sea water
Felt a heart
So deep
Ah! Falling so much in love!
This vigour
O! Relished so much!
Light stroking the edge of a darkness
Passionate whisper of a night may pine
Always! For a day

This visit!
This conscious vigil
Might have I heard
Yet must end
One day!
Waiting only for such a green harvest
Once ripe
This hand of death will be most soothing!
May hold us all in his chest
Like some sleeplorn
Ah! Like a fugitive lovelorn
Inside such a tender whisper!

Then one by one
Cold, yet such a respite!
That time will surely come
Ah! When it may come
That savor may be most relishing!

The Hand of Death by Shamik Bose