Category: photography
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11 Sept: A Thursday Door
Open shutters breathe,a hush on stone and orchid—light knows no hurry.Even silence has its path,traced in shadow, traced in time. (a tanka poem) Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through…
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August: Last Photo on the Card
This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone 16Pro Max. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
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28 Aug: A Thursday Door
velvet chairswhisper in cornershide a shadow’s breath. the doors don’t speak,nor do porcelain moonsbetween two lovers’ hush. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few…
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21 Aug: A Thursday Door
Tall ivory doors stand proud and wise,Guarding secrets with gentle sighs.Their whispering hinges tell stories old,While golden walls of sunlight hold. The wallpaper remembers every spilled secret. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all…
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14 Aug: A Slow Detonation
A Slow Detonation I. Imprisoned Stone frames a freedomthat swallows every horizon whole.Iron teeth bite shut the sky,keeping light’s whispers out.Here, the freedom is absence,and absence is forever. II. A Slow Detonation Poem Power is the liethat fits their fist, that names the bruisenecessary. That tells the wound —this is right. Their boots don’t care.March.March…
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14 Aug: A Thursday Door
This is the original ‘women’s side door entrance’ — there’s a fertility spell carved in stone on the door’s header written in Elder Futhark runes. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve…
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24 July: A Thursday Door
The old service doors sighWith stories etched in their grainDay’s bustle fadedStillness wears yesterday’s rain Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share.…
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17 July: A Thursday Door
A Tanka Poem for Two French Doors Chateau doors stand tallEchoes wrapped in oaken calmSunlight softly drapesOld rooms cradle our laughterMemory dances through wood Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled…
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11 July: A Thursday Door
A Tanka Poem for an Old Stable Door Old stable door standsWeathered wood, sun-bleached and wornWild herbs hang in shadeWhispers of hooves long silent Summer drifts through open space Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors…
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3 July: A Thursday Door
The Spyglass Heart Beneath the Number Ten’s soft gaze,the ghost of barley sings in haze. Its knocker knows the brewer’s song—and echoes of the monkish throng. A diamond pane, a spyglass heart,once watched the carts and lovers start. The handle—brass with tales to keep—has warmed the palms of kings in sleep. Beneath the brick and…
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