Seagulls and Poetry.

I’ve written about this before, but I often find myself being drawn to recurring themes, places.

These images are for me, and the recurring themes I consider the poetry of my life.

This process of maintaining this little blog, documenting my images, I do this for me, because it helps me understand…..me.

Ten years ago, I posted this image. I previously would look up and would see the freedom of birds. I would yearn for that. The freedom to be free of this fuse burning out over my head.

But that was ten years ago I posted that photo. I recognise I’m different now.

Seeing these images of the gulls, fighting and squabbling in front of me from my most recent trip to the beach, it stirs different feelings in me.

I stand, I watch the mayhem unfold from a position of curiosity and in this moment, I see the rhyme of the visual poetry. It rhymes with my current day to day and who used to be.

I have a feeling wash over me, I feel removed. I am an observer.

And in this moment, I realise. I’m actually free.

Gratitude washes over me.