take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and twenty three degrees: ‘leaning against you…’

The Lighthouse Song ~ Josh Pyke

two hundred and twenty three

What storms, raising swell. Blood beating, like spring. Tide’s full, turn. And flooding. Battering, waves. Of  particle, motion. Luminous, friction. Electrical charge, between. Atoms invoking:


From primal, flame. These bright, blazing. Fires, of love.


Our beams will burn the clouds to beacons in the sky…

5 comments on “two hundred and twenty three degrees: ‘leaning against you…’

  1. thedigitallightroom
    May 11, 2013

    Smashing picture. Have you considered entering The Digital Lightroom Photography Competition? The theme is ‘Still Life’. It’s free to enter and there are prizes worth $400. You can find all the details here http://thedigitallightroom.wordpress.com/2013/05/05/the-third-digital-lightroom-competition-is-launched/ We’d love to see your entries. 🙂

    • circulartree
      May 15, 2013

      Thank you so much for the compliment Adrian – I’ve browsed through your work (which I think is magnificent) so I value your kind words immensely. Will definitely consider entering… could always do with exciting new editing software 🙂

  2. seanbidd
    May 12, 2013

    I can feel the breeze in the darkness, drifting where it wanders, spoken words in the valley easy, oak leaf whispers echo the silence, in nights waking world, where Autumn lingers in its breathing to your whispers arriving across the wild lands…. Have a good weekend, B…

    • circulartree
      May 15, 2013

      Thank you Sean… hope you had a great weekend too! Saturday was one of those days where I was thoroughly nonplussed with the images I took during the day so had to venture out after dark to make something workable. Lots of candlewax and about 200 frames later, this came together. What made this particular image stand out was the ‘leaning’ which tied perfectly into the song. Much love from the wild whispering oaks, Bx

      • seanbidd
        May 19, 2013

        The soft textures of both wax and tree in the lull of the candle flame make the moment to the evening adventure. Takes awhile sometimes, just like the blue dragon, the moment appears. It does, music and the poetic imagery and words. Much love from the songs of autumn sunbirds among the foothills, Sean

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