ERosanne: Back to Reality

Monday, 4 April 2011

Back to Reality

Well, I am back from Europe! I enjoyed the tour, particularly some of the fabulous venues I got to sing in. Although I didn't get much time for socializing or behaving like a tourist, I did get to see some of the wonderful scenery of Germany, Austria, Switzerland and Italy. I had never visited Austria or Switzerland prior to this tour, and I was very impressed by the beauty of the scenery in both countries - both of which I would very much like to visit again! I was also (as always) extremely impressed by the pizza in Italy. ;-) (I love Italian food!)

(One of my photos of the view from my hotel window in Switzerland.)

I'm now back for the foreseeable future, and although there are the odd gigs scattered here and there, (including one in Bruges in a couple of weeks time), I'm basically back for good and looking for modelling work. I'm planning a trip to Scotland in May. I will definitely be travelling as far as Banffshire, and hopefully as far as the Highlands, so I am also happy to stop anywhere on route, either on the way up or on the way back. I always enjoy my visits to Scotland.

I'd also like to visit the South coast this year, so am looking for photographers in that area so I can hopefully arrange a tour and work with several people at once. There are several photographers in Bournemouth, Brighton, Southampton and Somerset (amongst others) I would like to work with, but it is quite a lengthy and expensive journey from Chesterfield, so I would like to combine a number of visits into one trip with slightly less travelling in between shoots.

I'm also hoping to pick up more work throughout the remainder of April, and am happy to consider offers from photographers local(ish) to Chesterfield. I am also happy to travel anywhere within about 3 hours drive (anywhere I can visit on a day trip), but I would need a little more forward planning to visit further afield.

These are some more images taken by Richard Lund a couple of weeks ago. Richard has launched a new website at www.lundfoto.co.uk where you can view more of his work.

Modelling images by and copyright of Richard Lund.

Landscape image by and copyright of ERosanne.

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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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