forgive me for i have sinned

 

i have sinned

my love has thinned

for the very one

with whom i belong

i'm ever aware

of my affair

but how do i end

or transcend

my flirtation

this temptation

to transgress

and undress

with my mistress fine

and true love of mine

we're all entwined

but not aligned

and thus never free

for "we" 

are not three

(each one is me).

 

 

 

all shots were taken at st dunstan church in east london which was largely destroyed in the second world war and has since been restored as a public garden. 

she is only a promise

i fantasise about someone i will never feel. 

with but a whisper of my arrival, she retreats into the distance again.

i linger in her wake.

waiting. wishing.  

she is precious. she is perfect. but she is only a promise.

if i listen, i can sometimes hear the plea of the present. faint, but faithful.

come back to me, she says, i'm right here. 

only when you let go of the future is she one day all around.

sacred sunday (barnes, london)

sunday is sacred for me.

i have a series of little rituals that ground me for the week.

taking pictures is one of them.

it's like an invisible string that binds me to the present. 

as my eyes skip around a space, my mind focuses, my breathing slows, and my lungs expand. 

 

sundays are for still life.

these shots were taken at my aunt and uncle's home in barnes, london. they're renovating the whole place soon, so this was my way of honouring it before it disappears.