Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: frost

Sunlight weaves its silver. Transient in desolate brevity. Leaving as soon as it arrives. Always unseeing. I open my eyes And wander in the dark.

From point to point, In front and behind, Above and below, The horizon curves, From constant thought To constant thought. Far away Your memory hidden Behind the circle. Although it was expected, Your departure Still surprised. Like mist On a winter's day.

I wait for a tomorrow Filled with summer. I feed my thoughts But this is no sad interim. My eyes are impatient For the frost to melt To be contracted anew, The blunt force allayed. But the sharpness shrinks, When the fullness of winter Is renewed daily, Until the view becomes clear. And dullness reminds me That I escaped. (Inspired by Sonnet 56)

Protecting shoes from the mud, My glamour works In frozen fractals, Waiting for change To unfix blankness Into a wry smile. Sit outside with me For an hour and feel The numbness. Or stay for longer Through the birdsong, And watch freedom.

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ― Albert Camus This photo was taken on an extremely frosty and foggy morning near Bridgnorth. Whenever I can take some time away from work and other commitments, on either Wednesday or Thursday mornings, I meet up with a few other photographer friends and we explore different places in the Midlands. This usually means an early start, which isn't my most favourite thing. The morning this photo was taken we made an impromptu stop near Quatt, drawn to the spot after driving past a series of beautiful frosty fields. The man in the photo is a photographer friend of mine, walking along the road to stake out his next shot.

Shape shifting their way like fog Through the days, An invisible war has been fought For forty years By ghosts in disguise Who show you who they are Every day If you dare look Into the blue chill Of nothingness.