“Wie rasch Vergangenheit zustande kommt” Max Frisch
I´ve been rather, in fact, very quiet for a while – I´ve just been rather busy. But last weekend I was in the Erstergebirge above Garmish-Partenkirchen in the Bavarian Alps. And now I´m going to give you Anglo Saxons a giggle chance – This photograph was taking on the top of a mountain there called – Wank – OK, that´s enough giggling in the back row there! I was staying at the hut. The weather was very mixed and gave some very atmospheric shots, more of which you can see here on my website at ww.openmind-images.com
I´ve had my eye on this barn for a long time now. It´s on the nature reserve which used to be a military training ground, near where I live. Eventually it will collapse in on itself and go the way of many of the building that used to be here.
I had a wonderful day out on the Reiteralpe in the Bavarian Alps, Germany last Friday.
It was the first time I´d been up there, but I´ve been meaning to have a look for a few years now. It really is a wonderful place to visit, with small undulating hills in a basin surrounded by peaks. The walk up from the valley, via the Schretcksattel, is interesting although the top section is steep and, because it passes under the cliffs of the northern headwall, can be prone to avalanche.
I´ve been working on this poem for a while now, anyway, I think it´s just about ready.
Those Minstrels singing for Daisy and us
Brothers and sister squeezed on a sofa made for three
A product of post war utility
Billy´s wake up call too late
For Cliff´s missed note
Russ´s smile just for me
His missing finger a proof of his dexterity
YouTube shows my past, museum like
In it´s glass case flow images randomly
Like my memory, sometimes grey
Then, vivid and vibrant
And, like my memory, with no apparent sense
The links, synaptic quick
Lead me on, into the past
Kenneth More, having sunk the Bismarck
Now drinks tea with Irene Forsyte
Guinness sheds his Fagin for Smiley
As quickly as I my youth
Those photons trapped in YouTube aspic
Almost-Family once warm and commonplace
I now use to light those rooms shared
With some now dead or spread
´Cross the world and half a century
The once normal, once everyday
I know look upon as known and strange
It was me, us, and as I spring
Through years with finger-on-mouse-ease
I see us change
This is another collaboration with Robert Burden who wrote and spoke a poem to my photograph of Soldier´s Rock on Islay, Scotland.