April, before Easter

1 // daffodil season
2 + 3 // view from Deganwy
4 // Afon eating an apple
5 + 6 // print workshop at the Welsh Learners' Festival, National Welsh Slate Museum, Llanberis.
7, 8, 9, 10 //  National Welsh Slate Museum, Llanberis
11 // cherry blossoms in Llandudno Junction
12 // stained glass at Our Lady and St. James, Bangor

Last Spring

I am getting these old rolls of film developed one by one, and there is something to be said for the traditional medium, like having a baby: you never know what you're getting, but it's an unexpected and delightful benediction when you see what you got.

Sonnet

Here it is again, spring, "the renewal".

People have written about this before.

And the people who track the four seasons,

the hunters who know the weather has changed.

Still, rains happen: there are slow roots that make

progress; something has a hand in the earth

and turns it.  Clouds unknot the wind.  Bulbs blow.

Their threadbare minds gust outward, turn yellow

eyes to heaven.  It answers with the sun.

And the sun is a bulb, a mutual bomb.

The daffodils crack.  "Oh heavens!" they fret,

"Where's your terminus?"  The flowers are wan

travellers.  They unpack their cases.  All

they know, they are.  Renewal, rest.  Renewal.

by Emma Jones

* photo from Candlemas 2019, Betws-y-Coed, film on Pentax k1000

Blank Spaces

Some uninteresting photos from last spring of 2018.  Shot on Pentax K-100 vintage  camera.  Film ???.

12 Days of Christmas

Some of the last photos I got before my Macbook (with its accompanying photo editing program) went to its rest.