…we head south-east and arrive at Dickebusch. It is not unnoticed that as we arrive the church bells ring eleven times.
Oh My Dear Boy…
- Post author By Paul Ferguson
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- Categories In Belgium, Remembrance, Thread August 2024
Author: Paul Ferguson
Oh My Dear Boy…
Notes From The Piano
Here amongst Ypres…I begin to settle in my peace. One step less today – to benefit two steps tomorrow.
Sense of Place vs…
A walk through the town’s industrial area finds various appeals to the eye. Images of distress, rust, shapes, textures, discordance…
Guernica Via Bilbao
Goldfinger is sure to drive up the roadway as the camera pans to the left with my steady gaze stirred but not shaken following.
As One Must
Without material joy but with a glowing heart onto Hatchards (as one must – it’s a bookstore) and to Fortnum and Masons for a fine tin of Florentines…
Beard Family Walk
At least 1,415 of Hood’s complement became memories to friends and families. Their voices lost…their stories remembered.
As the Bulldog Keeps Surfing
Thoughts arrive like butterflies but don’t chase them away…hold them – as the bulldog keeps surfing.
Be Like Star Thrower
My return home leaves me searching, a desire to return to my floating water nest, its lullaby an even keel and leveler of imbalance.
To Hang the Stars Upon
I have mostly made way for the universe coming towards me, choosing not to out-distance myself from its tumbling nature.
The Mirth Curator
There were always more things. Some here and some there, with other things just around the corner. ..Too much of too much is too much and too much of a thing is too much stuff.