The heavenly goddess
Rising from the remnants of industrial decay
An old abattoir
Now parkland that were once holding pens for slaughter
Waterways once polluted now revived
Renewal
I had a teacher once
A boat builder
As I made mistakes when building a my clinker row boat
He would say
There is nothing that cant be fixed
Maybe the Heavenly Goddess is a symbol of renewal
That there is nothing that cant be fixed
There just needs to be the will for renewal
Its called a labour of love
The scraping and sanding
The careful preparation and maintenance
Maintaining a thing of beauty
In this case the labour of love was my dear old boat
Crafted from Huon pine with precision and pride nearly 50 years ago
A finely crafted floating jewel box
So yes a labour of love
The fine sanding
The careful masking so the lines are crisp
The laying on of the paint and varnish
To bring her beauty alive
Yes a labour of love
Maybe it’s a metaphor for a life of love.
I love fireworks and the best shows are always on New Years Eve
Passion
In Puerto del Sol, Madrid
The wild break dancer
Spinning
On his back
His shoulder
Lithe
Strong
Passion for the night
Passion
The dancer
In the Flamenco Cave
The flashing of the legs
The swirling of the skirts
The staccato beating of the feet
Hard on the floor
Driving the beating of the heart
The Dance of Passion
Looking forward to visiting Spain again to indulge the passion
Its a spring night
Cold
Crisp
Still
The full moon a bright orb in the sky
Shedding silver light over the still waters of the bay
