Oh Chris, you really are a Wordsworth for our times aren't you!
Photography and Filmmaking
Creative, conceptual and technical; contemporary and historical
At the week end I recorded a series of videos with daffodills and the figure in the landscape set to my poem Open Eyes
See the world with open eyes,
Breath in the aroma of life,
Natures colours all around us,
Brought from a spectrum of light.
I hope to have it posted on youtube scoutguy1 by the end of this evening in two versiens.
....very nice poem Chris...very positive...by the way the print shown in your abatar and the pose reminds me a pic of Nijinsky when he performed Stravinsky's " A Rite of Spring.....cool.....
In reply to Galileo's Universe:
I managed to post a series on the poem to youtube scoutguy1 last night from video shot last week end using spring daffodilLs in the woods, if you can try and check it out.
Thanks for the feed back and hope that you are all keeping well.
When Surf Is Up
When surf is up and raging high,
Strong winds blow beneath the sky,
I get the urge to shout and cry,
For life is great when endorfines are high.
I live in a sky rise in the Centre of Plymouth Galileo and the picture was shot about three weeks ago from the roof at the top of the world with great views.
In reply to Galileo's Universe:
I still love your photo I.Ds Galileo
Im looking for an agent who belives in me. How does one start...?
Danny Boyle's best film yet? What do y'all think.
Comparsions to Solaris and 2001 yada yada yada but I thought still fab. Beautiful sets and art department.
Spring Love
Spring was warming the air,
Flowers bloomed everywhere,
The picture was of two people,
Lying in a woodland of saturated colours,
formed from new life,
As she gently liked the side of my neck,
with her warm tongue,
And a smile that teased and said I love you,
The sun was bursting through the new leaves on the trees,
Kissing her with gentle rays of light,
Painting dancing pictures on her soft but pale skin,
A carpet of bluebells as far as we could see,
Blew gently in the soft breeze of perfumed filled air,
A picture,
A time,
Together,
Free,
From the rest of the world. Chris Summerfield poem february 15th 2007