WPC: Half-Light

ECLECTIC COLLECTION

Dept 1

Instalment 1

Weekly Photo Challenge: this week’s Issue 1—

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“And slowly answered Arthur from the barge: ‘The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?

I have lived my life, and that which I have done
May He within himself make pure! but thou,
If thou shouldst never see my face again,
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.

For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend? …”

Moving on …

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I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,

But man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide a star …

 

And to cheer you up, the shot above was from the Winton cemetery (and those blue hills are over a hundred miles away) (hence the fuzzy).

 

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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.   

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.   

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor …

 

Taken from Noyse’s “The Highwayman“.

Don’t read it (sad ending).

 

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” Rum! Rum! I want rum, Jim!”

and

“Bring aft the rum, Darbs!”

 

Possibly misquoten by an old sea-dog from a book not read for too many years (but as much as said dog delights in paradox you’ll just have to relate it yourself to the imagery) and of course the literary reference here is ‘Treasure Island‘ by RLS—Screen Shot 2016-03-30 at 13.17.40

—to sit upon whose grave with a rum was always a cherished ambition of mine but never fulfilled. The closest I got was only a few hundred metres—but it was just a brief fuelling stop and we were in a hurry.

If you want more of RLS—

Under the wide and starry sky,

Dig the grave and let me lie.

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:

Here he lies where he longed to be;

Home is the sailor, home from sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.

 

I read somewhere a very intriguing notion to the effect that he was actually misplaced: that he longed for (and wanted to be shipped back to) his native Scotland, and interred there.

I guess we shall never know …

‘Twas ever thus … and now: where’s Jim and me blasted rum, dammit?!?

 

LITERATE, INDEEDY~!

 

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4 thoughts on “WPC: Half-Light

  1. A most worthy post for this week’s challenge, dearest Argie!

    I was just about to post a bog-standard collection of pics when I happened upon your post here sitting in my email inbox. I decided to re-title my piece to fit the WPC, which by some strange coincidence happened to accommodate my shots quite nicely! (Wouldn’t be the first time for either of us, I don’t think…).

    Any further joy with your lovely Olympus…?

    1. A whole new one on me this time—flipper ‘on/off’ switch on top wouldn’t switch damned thing off. I had to hoof across town from shooting mushies in the park (yes, more …) to the store where I bought it (and they’re now thinking about putting a mug for me on the mug tree in their tea-break room).

      My long suffering salesperson guy* was a bit perplexed but soon decided to pull out the ‘film’ card, count to a few and then pop it back in.
      Neither he nor I have any idea at all why it should have worked, but it did. My camera hates me …

      * Are we still allowed to call them ‘salesmen’? I err on the side of safety …

      1. Well at least you know what to do the next time it happens, which of course I hope it doesn’t. There is nothing more tiresome than dealing with glitchy cameras, so I understand your frustration. Let’s hope it behaves from now on. Maybe you need to say kind things to it… 😉

      2. Sadly I was very severely tempted to give it a spanking. Against a rock … but despite its shortcomings I actually love the blasted thing.

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