|Summer '09 of my mate mountain biking, bit deceptive to the eye, hopefully will have more improved photos later this year, and with no bikes breaking this time either!|
Morning MistOn up the hill we go,Morning Mist by SonicSaturn
Sun beating down,
Cool morning air lapping at bare skin like a morning tide.
Blue skies above somewhere, but for now only the glistening tarmac,
as the hill plateaus and the world reveals itself
The sun light breaking through the clouds,
rolling hills for miles and miles
light mist curling in the miniature valleys
waiting to rise on up and vanish into the deep blue
down we go
the views fading
The green fields hiding behind the hedgerows
lower and lower
Blossom unto bluebellsThe cherry blossom falls like rain as the sunlight breaks through the trees to a sea of bluebells beneath.Blossom unto bluebells by SonicSaturn
The long drawn out creak as the tree tries to hold on, but short and sudden crash off it smashing to the ground signals it's demise.
The cherry blossom glides through the forest on the wind, stark against the darkened beech bark, barely visible against the lightness of day.
Is it a waste of life, finding the crushed mess of bluebells underfoot?
The cherry leaves beginning to unfurl for their 27th year, now to never see another winter.
Or is it indescribable beauty,
The falling blossom - more in a moment than would come through any breeze - falling into a sea of light purple, in a cloudless blue sky, high above the bare branches of a sweet spring day.
Farewell Sweet SaraFarewell sweet SaraFarewell Sweet Sara by SonicSaturn
I thought I would have you for at least a decade, perhaps even 2,
Your understated body of beauty,
We got through Wales,
Through the ongoing floods,
And still you kept going
No matter how battered and bruised you became.
Never one to let me down,
And I tried to not let you down,
Though I did time after time,
I thought you could take it,
I thought you could handle the pressure
But I guess I was wrong,
And now you've been taken away from me
No chance to say goodbye.
The battle of being and doing,The battle of being and doing,The battle of being and doing, by SonicSaturn
Future and present.
To be the person you want to be,
Or doing what you want to do in each present moment.
Do they take you down the same path,
Or near polar opposites?
Which leads to wondering - Do you really want to be who you want to be?
If you're so rarely wanting to do the things to take you down that path.
Are the things not enjoyable?
Or are you merely tired?
Or are you running from something?
As to attempt to become the person you want to be, of course runs the risk of failing,
And so you run and hide in fantasy worlds,
Which in turn are familiar in place, but new in flora and fauna.
Do you want someone to help guide you,
Or to slowly but surely
In your own time
Which may not come for a while still
Forge your own path.
How much of our lives should we spending being propped up by those around us,
And how much can we spend on our own two feet,
And getting back up again,
Whether it be through a hand of a friend or life,
But when we ask fo
The Lightning StrikeOne day I'll find someone,The Lightning Strike by SonicSaturn
To take my hand,
Walk barefooted on the grass,
To where the sun is setting.
To look up and marvel at the sky,
The clouds which seem to hide the secret to every wonderment,
The sun brightening the darkest fears.
Falling back onto the soft green carpet,
Nothing even - Everything odd,
Soft earth with sharp blades,
Perfection in chaos.
Looking up at the deep blue,
Wondering what it must be like to fly,
With no fear of ever falling.
Hand in hand as the storm comes,
The crash of thunder,
As lightning pierces the sky where the sun once shone.
Rain lashing at the skin.
As it washes the world away little by little,
The stones that make up this Earth,
The trees that reach for the sky,
The homes that shelter us from the world,
All that we cherish most.
Everything but this moment,
Hand in hand.
Cyclist, Writer, Photographer, Art Enthusiast. Generally silly bloke |
You may recognise me as "The guy with the stick" at devmeets or the guy with the stick with a fella and flag (thanks to the awesome Quechnitlan) on the top of it, anyway come and say hi!
The above picture was taken by the epic no1hoole
Current Residence: This land. Not my grave.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large/Extra large (baggyness! )
Print preference: as big as damn possible
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Rock, and electronic (good electronic like Daft Punk, not the club stuff)
Favourite photographer: I've met too many to count through devmeets but Sooper-Deviant tends to have an extraordinary variety in her work,
Favourite style of art: Nature, photography and Drawings
Operating System: Windows Vista, wanting 7
MP3 player of choice: ipod nano,
Shell of choice: After over 5 years on this site I still don't know what it means...
Wallpaper of choice: Group picture of the London World Tour devmeet in 2009,
Skin of choice: Mine. A bit of paint and mud doesn't go a miss though!
Favourite cartoon character: Mugen
Personal Quote: "It's more than *just* a stick!"