The small bird knows not what the sight of it in flight can do for those who cannot leave the ground. It is not cognisant
Author: Emma Hynes
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Three – All That Is Lost
This is the tree that spoke for itself. For which no words of mine were forthcoming when I photographed it five days ago, and came
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Two – Skylines
When you think of yourself in relation to the sky, what is it that comes to mind?For me, it holds the infinite.It is my reason
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-One – Assurance
Were I to consider the functionality of this stone wall – its role as part of a railway bridge – what would I learn?Much concerning
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty – Selfhood
When you were born,There was justYou.That word,With no appendages,Correlations,Associations,Was all there was;Was all that was needed.You were born.You were new.You were unique.You were loved.You existed,And
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Nineteen – Moored
The harbour at night inspires thoughtsOf the comings and goingsOf moored boats;Vessels that sawThe best of the day. By Emma Hynes This image and story
