Dawn Flight, Camber Sands 2019
I belong to the 'photo and text' group of London Independent Photography.
A group for photographers who also enjoy words, and who value the added meaning that text can bring.
At our last meeting we agreed to respond with words and/or images to a photograph that I made on a balmy summer's morning in the pre-covid days.
Gulls at dawn, on a gentle high tide. A double exposure with a feather filling the sky.
I decided to respond with words and new photos in the form of a poem. The following words and images are my thoughts and reflections.
Dawn flight
A photograph;
gulls drifting and rising
calling and falling over
waves stilled in the windless air.
A peachy morning glow
Feather | Caroline Fraser 2021
A feather....
its quill still,
(no writing today)
emerges skywards
from its silica bed.
Battered and torn,
no longer worn.
A feather re-fresh.
Self maintenance, gull style.
The pre-breeding molt.
A delicate descent
of plumage
from sky to sand.
Does it hurt when they fall?
Why do we never see the descent?
How many feathers are needed for a bird to fly?
‘The work of feather counting is tedious and exacting, and yields small result relative to the labour involved’
In 1932 Phoebe Knappen counted 11,903 feathers on an adult female mallard.
feather detail | Caroline Fraser 2021
Rachis and vane.
Calamus and barbule.
(I am learning the words all over again).
Ripped and contorted by the roll and clatter
of pebbles on a spring tide,
lying in repose amongst fragments
tossed landwards from the deep.
The exquisite curls of downy barbs
lie abutted as if trees on a windswept hill.
beach debris | Caroline Fraser | 2021
I counted five feathers as I strolled
with the photograph in mind
The average gull has 5000.
Where are the rest?
gull feather | Caroline Fraser | 2021
Thank you for reading...... it has been a while.... I think covid recovery took longer than I realised.
I could add some comments about home life and how my other half has turned very unexpectedly into a model railway enthusiast, but you probably don't want to know the finer details of track laying and the correct angles for smooth running of railway curves.....
I insisted that he purchase a name sign for his station. I wait with bated breath; the choices are endless. It's a big decision. Suggestions welcome.
Watch this space.....
