I am pleased, though, to remember that my camera practice gives me enforced mini-oases where I stop breathe, commune.
People on social media last night were talking about the star-shower on offer last night. I was seeing indoor lights.
...for feeling ill, grumpy, overstretched. To do the things we love, we still have to wade through imperfection: our own ability to leave the house on time, our desire to accomplish thwarted by a need to rest, our composure shattered by an un-suppressible coughing jag. To see the funny christmassy show means having to strain your voice in the bar... tiny complaints I know but sadly the human brain is wired for deep immersion in the struggles of the moment - even if they are miniscule. I have many practices to regain a more equanimous state of mind, but when the tempo is fast, I forget to make time for them. I am pleased, though, to remember that my camera practice gives me enforced mini-oases where I stop breathe, commune. People on social media last night were talking about the star-shower on offer last night. I was seeing indoor lights. Later, walking home from the bus, I looked to the North West, where a friend had said he was seeing shooting stars. Only velvet dark. Then I looked down and saw pinpoints of light glinting from the fallen leaves on the pavement.
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Performer and theatremaker Peta Lily has been taking photographs for the last five years. Her aesthetic has been to use her iPhone camera to capture the world close up and with an immediacy that is both surprising and moving. Categories
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