‘night train to sapa ’

As the photograph travels on it continues evoke immense creative energy from its recipients. Check out Carla Saunders’ bold and lively contribution…

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Good morning!

I received Emily’s photograph September 28nd 2013. Having followed her blog, from the beginning, I had often thought what would I do if I were asked to put together a piece for this collaboration.

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Emily invited me to participate and I was sent the photograph to interpret from my point of view. My first thought was, I’m looking at a full moon at night viewed from a moving train. The image reminded me of an overnight trip on a local train from Hanoi to Sapa in Northern Vietnam. I lay on a steel plank on the bottom bunk. I shared the compartment with five other people.  It was dark. Flashes of light came in through the window. Metal against metal screeched. Strange smells, sights and sounds of humans asleep came at me for what turned out to be a long nightmarish night. I kept my mind occupied by writing a poem…

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Bon voyage, bonne chance

my apologies to Anik for forgetting to reblog this!! The journey continues with a trip to Belgium and a playful and serendipitous response…

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Une étape sur une route que je lui souhaite longue, très longue et très riche.
Bon voyage et bonne chance !
Je perfore les couvertures de mes livres d’un trèfle à 4 feuilles. Quand je les prête, ils sont chargés d’un bon voyage, bonne lecture.

Après le moment de réception passé avec son colis magique chargé d’odeurs et de paysages, la photo d’Emily est restée à me questionner. J’ai voulu lui restituer mon paysage bruxellois, mon paysage enfantin

Merci à Emily de m’avoir permis de participer à cette aventure !

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desert textures (revisited)

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I posted these in black and white a while back, and promised to post in colour too, so here they are, slightly re-arranged. I like them collated together as little snippets in this way.

© images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013

horizon

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The line between the sea and the sky is

the end, and then the beginning of something

new. A promise

to Future’s wings which

fan the fire of juvenile desire

and go! Flee! Don’t turn back your eyes

must face forwards now and new things will be yours

to mould in your cupped hands like a smooth,

ripe mango. Many a journey lingers in your

laughter and foamy fingers cling to your stern,

but don’t look back on your wistful daydream

it stays there still on the shore and looks on,

upon the horizon.

Sure and sheer it cuts

a straight line clear as the deftness of your serious eyes

which gently tug the sky back to the earth

and yes, a neat line is a satisfying thing nestling

in the smudges of drab grey space which surround us.

Some things can be wonky and charming like

teeth, or fringes.

But not a horizon.

 

© images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013