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'Forest Redwood'

Forest Redwood


Colour clogs- gets dark-
Breathing leafs gasp
Their last
And the body bark
Sheds like pealing pear.
My tree! broad once, tall once- Around it, weather-beaten and beaten By flayed arms, a ring of ash and Decayed debris scatter-

Nebulous haze,
Bringing on an eternal gauze.
Buried in the mound
Of its own mortal tissue,
Like a cornice- or like a rising tied
That reaches into the air with
Thickness and stench-
Silencing the howling
Wind through the ashen hair of the Almost bare Redwood tree.
Into the the invisible the plume descends- Poison extending below the soil- Uprooting, poison uprooting
My trunk, my core-
Redwood, Redwood.

An absence in the flicker of finality,
Not in pain or chaos,
But in audience- because
The shedding of leaves is a normality- Isnt it? All trees lose a part of themselves In winter. But this slow dying

Happens below the eyeline, even In sight of sun.


Illustration by Piet Mondrian

My own work is self-labelled as documentary photography, out of a lack of a better title. By carrying a camera daily, I aim to embody the spirit of the Brownie in making the means to photography ready to me at every moment, without obstruction – by doing so, I can take a photograph of anything that captures my eye and interests me enough to preserve. Any of us can do this these days, with a camera readily available in our pockets around the clock – and many of us do so without even thinking about it. Next time you take your phone out to take a photograph, whether it is of your friends or of something that caught your eye, think about how you are participating in the act of documenting your life through photography. Make prints of your favourites, display them on your walls, share them with your friends and family. Follow the tradition of those who came before you and took their own snapshots documenting their lives. Everyone is a documentary photographer today, and this is a good thing.

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