Walking Commentary
Thoughts and cycling from Manchester to Rome in 2023
You might credit the idea for this chapbook theme to Irish sculptor John Behan. I have seen one of his“Bronze Birds in Flight”whipped and wrapped by a trained wisteria. It was reconfigured as an inversion of power, an unintended green tableau, in which the entwining organic leaves appeared to restrain, if not smother, the metal-frozen doves.
This chapbook series started during a time when our movement was restricted to 5 km from home. Here, on the suburban coast of south County Dublin, two thirds of that area is offshore.
Texture is a part of every sense in your sensorium.
Sometimes an adverb is enough, as illustrated by poet Diarmuid Fitzgerald:
in the marshes
without my map –
joyously lost
Thames Way: haiku and tanka (Alba, 2015, page 27)
As a reflection seismologist, I spent four decades reducing sound echoes into visualisations of rock formations long buried from view.
As a photographer, I seek to capture incidents that might not otherwise be seen.
As a rambler, I try to emulate reflections: they leave no trace.
“The most important question we must ask ourselves is, ‘Are we being good ancestors?’”- Jonas Salk
One square kilometre of water bounded by some 1.5 million cubic metres of hewn rock, Dún Laoghaire Harbour was the the largest man-made harbour when the world popultion reached 1 billion.
