ERosanne: Blue Belle

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Blue Belle

I still have a lot of catching up to do, to upload all my images from 2010, and ideally I want to get this blog up to date before I start getting new images back from shoots I have lined up, so that I can keep it current.

I'm going to be away in Oxford all weekend, so I may upload more than one set today in an effort to get up to speed.

The following set is from a shoot with Mike Crawley in the bluebell woods near Watford. We managed to catch the woodland while the bluebells were at their best. We were also incredibly fortunate to discover a ready constructed shelter, right in the centre of a carpet of bluebells, and it made a really beautiful setting to shoot in! I would love to take credit for its construction, but we were just lucky.

I had in mind some ideas for this year's bluebell shoot to make it a little different to ones I've shot in previous years, and one of those ideas was to create a 'fairy set' of photos. I've done some of the post-processing myself on some of these images to create a sort of hand-coloured sepia effect.

'Woodland Maiden'

'Blue Fairy and Woodland Nymph'

(Post processing of 'Blue Fairy' and compilation by myself,

post processing of 'Woodland Nymph' by Mike Crawley)

'Haven of Blue'

'Woodland Shelter' (monochrome)

'Woodland Shelter'

'Bluebell Blue Belle'

All images copyright of Mike Crawley - Photofrenetic

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird - Wallace Stevens

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Mailbox - ERosanne

Blue, like the skies beyond,

merging into a
new mailbox.

Vacant space,
a mailbox stands alone
on barren land.

Darkest night,
a moonbeam reflects
from the mailbox.

A boat,
faring turbulent seas
to distant mailboxes.

A broken heart,
delivered to
an empty mailbox.

Flowers grow,
life springs from
an open mailbox.

But flowers die
and crumble from
a closed mailbox.

The road
is clearly visible
from a prison mailbox.

A river of dreams,
cascading from
a leaking mailbox.

Cobwebs creep,
demon swarming
over a peeling mailbox.

Sun sets behind
the silhouette
of a leaning mailbox.

Lightning strikes,
rain drips from
a broken mailbox.

A creature stirs,
a child is kicking
an old, old mailbox.

By ERosanne

(Written when living in the USA for a poetry project based on your favourite poem.
Wallace Stevens' poem "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" contains thirteen haiku like verses, this poem follows the same format.)

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If you had lived...

They say that some things are just not meant to be,
But nevertheless, you were special to me.
'You' were my hopes, and my future plans,
I imagined my world in your tiny hands.

In my thoughts, I had held you,
Pictured who you might be,
And I felt that I knew you,
Though you never knew me.

For weeks, you provided my secret smile,
And I'm proud that I carried you 'round, for a while.
I'd like to believe you are safe, up above,
But if you had lived - you would have been loved.

ERosanne.
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