Photography and Writing
This is the home of my fiction writing and general photography. If you want to know more about my professional work as a technical author and wiki enthusiast, check out my techno-blog.
Stop Press: my first novel in eBook format is available on Amazon.
Writing is the most important element of my creativity: you can read my blog here; other writing is in the Poetry and Stories areas. I have a regular column in Specter literary magazine, as well as sother irregular contributions. My photography covers holidays, places, and other random things. I am a minimalist: I use a Canon 40D and one lens. If I can't get the photo with those, then so be it. Older photos were taken with a Canon 300D; the Latin America ones with a Pentatx ME Super. See also my creative photography site, and my guitar playing on my version of It Hurts Me Too.
Stop Press: my first novel in eBook format is available on Amazon.
Writing is the most important element of my creativity: you can read my blog here; other writing is in the Poetry and Stories areas. I have a regular column in Specter literary magazine, as well as sother irregular contributions. My photography covers holidays, places, and other random things. I am a minimalist: I use a Canon 40D and one lens. If I can't get the photo with those, then so be it. Older photos were taken with a Canon 300D; the Latin America ones with a Pentatx ME Super. See also my creative photography site, and my guitar playing on my version of It Hurts Me Too.
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Realisation Standing here, on the beach, looking across a grey rippling sea that loses itself over the horizon into a flat grey sky. A speeding wind rushes towards me, dragging waves into life, bringing emptiness. My mind wanders, dragging its cold feet through my thoughts, the sea drowns my toes, and I sink into the wet sand - a billion years life and death. The wind whispers and scratches my ears but says nothing, a thousand tired and ragged ghosts sigh words I cannot hear. The horizon fills my eyes, a darker grey now, bursting with rain. I stretch out my arms and it splashes over me, wet arrows pierce my skin. I watch as sea and rain merge, crashing over my bow as I rise and fall over waves of solitude, engulfing me, drowning my thoughts, my ghosts and my tears. |
All photographs and writing is © 2010 M.Davidson – all rights reserved. Please contact me if you would like to use my work in any way.
