For the past few months I’ve been taking clouds and wires. I like the way the wires divide up the frame and change the feeling of the clouds. It seems musical to me, thus the titles. The images also remind me of Seamus Heaney‘s wonderful poem “The Railway Children” and the line “We thought words traveled the lines / in the shiny pouches of raindrops.” (You may click on the images for a larger view.)
The Railway Children
When we climbed the slopes of the cutting
We were eye-level with the white cups
Of the telegraph poles and the sizzling wires.
Like lovely freehand they curved for miles
East and miles west beyond us, sagging
Under their burden of swallows.
We were small and thought we knew nothing
Worth knowing. We thought words travelled the wires
In the shiny pouches of raindrops,
Each one seeded full with the light
Of the sky, the gleam of the lines, and ourselves
So infinitesmally scaled
We could stream through the eye of a needle.