Skies. A collection of photos.

There were many skies. The sky was invaded by great white clouds, flat on the bottom but round and billowy on top. The sky was completely cloudless, of a blue quite shattering to the senses. The sky was a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey cloud, but without promise of rain. The sky was thinly overcast. The sky was dappled with small, white, fleecy clouds…

Chapter 78, Life of Pi by Yann Martel.

Waiting. Madrid, Spain.
Waiting. Madrid, Spain.
“Something blue-lined, teary, mingled…” Jacaranda Tree by Josh Garrels. Madrid.
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Closure. Whitstable, England.
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Despertar. Quito, Ecuador.
Amsterdam, NL.
Amsterdam, NL.
Amsterdam, NL.
Amsterdam, NL.
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Canterbury, England.
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Madrid, Spain.
Walking home.
Walking home. Quito, Ecuador.
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Upward stroke. Somewhere in Spain.
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A letter. Círculo de Bellas Artes, Madrid.
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Family walk. Barcelona, Spain.
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Rodeos. Madrid, Spain.
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Cádiz, Spain.
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Cádiz, Spain.
Up.
Up. Bath, England.
After the storm.
After the storm. Bristol, England.
Anticipation.
Anticipation. London, England.
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London, England.
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Herne Bay, England.
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Sol. Madrid, Spain.
Fleeting beauty.
Fleeting beauty. Madrid, Spain.
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Moncloa. Madrid, Spain.
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On the hill. Canterbury, England.
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Early morning seminars. Canterbury, England.
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London, England.
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Quito, Ecuador.
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December. Amsterdam, Netherlands.
Ever-changing purple.
Ever-changing purple. Amsterdam, Netherlands.
Majestic.
Majestic. Madrid, Spain.
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Un respiro. Canterbury, England.
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Lovely shades of blue. Canterbury, England.
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Frightening. Dover, England.
Liminoid.
Liminoid. Whitstable, England.
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Whitstable. England.
He walks all over Vienna at night.
He walks all over Vienna at night. Vienna, Austria.
Train journeys.
Train journeys. Somewhere in Kent.
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Beautiful clouds. Bath, England
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Park wood. Canterbury, England.
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Margate, England.
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On the road in Spain.
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Brugge, Belgium.
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From Bcn to Madrid.
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Amsterdam, Netherlands.
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Prestatyn, Wales.
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Amsterdam Centraal. Netherlands.
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Toledo, Spain.
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Salinas, Ecuador.
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Somewhere in Cantabria, Spain.
Quito.
Quito.

I spill colours.

I am large
with expectation.
My belly is round,
hips full
swaying from side to side
caught in the rhythm
of the Pacific Ocean.

I spill colours on the pavement
I forget smiles on the metro
I’ve shed memories on the train
worn trainers to work
unfriended people on Facebook.

I am loud
with laughter
opinions
thoughts
criticisms
and sarcasm

I dissolve, sometimes
I shrink
so others can bloom
be heard, be happy…

There is fire in my eyes
Spanish sunshine on my skin
A mélange of colours in my hair
ComPassion in my veins –
Relentless strength.

The beauty of rainy days.

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Yesterday morning I pestered James (the cat) by pointing a camera at him for about 15 minutes. I’d never lived with a pet before moving to this house, I’ve always been slightly afraid of allowing any animals near me. But this old skinny cat has won me over completely. He sat beside me yesterday while I was having breakfast and I thought that his fur looked beautiful against the black and white of the blanket he was sitting on.

This morning I felt like exploring the garden. I found some beautiful things and thought I’d share them here. The garden bursts with gorgeous autumnal colours.

Yessica Dædalus.

My true colours.

Soaked in black, comfortable.
Just a hint of pink – a pink detail.
Discreet.
Short hair, pink lips, brown eyes –
soaked in black on a foggy day,
the sound of a banjo in the background.

Soaked in black
I find my true colours.
Wide, curious eyes behind
square frames
thirstily searching
for beauty.

Wrapped in mist
I wander from town to town
in this strange country
that feels like home – sometimes.

This strange country.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

– Yessica Dædalus, 2013

Groen.

 
 
Train journeys on rainy afternoons;
The perfect setting for reflection.
The world has turned green in
my absence.
Flowers, though,
are taking their time.
It’s only a season of life
Only a season in the valley;
A season
Soaked in green
Groen: beautiful, rich,
everlasting green.

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Viajar en tren durante tardes lluviosas
es perfecto para reflexionar.
El mundo se ha tornado verde
en mi ausencia.
Las flores, sin embargo,
se están tomando su tiempo.
Es sólo una temporada en la vida;
a season, like the rainy season
Sólo es un tiempo
en el valle.
Tiempo
teñido de verde:
hermoso, interminable
verde.