In the Shadow of The Mower and Amy’s Cross

In the Shadow of The Mower and Amy’s Cross

The shadow stopped me, the shadow of Amy’s cross and the mower who worked on by in the shadows of the tree. A lady walking her dog stopped to say hello, it was not her dog she said, she asked if I had a dog and I said I used to. I remembered coming home and hearing my childhood dog had died. I think a churchyard is the place to remember those who we have lost, even if they never saw the churchyard we are remembering them in

The Mower and Amy Ranyard’s Cross at St Peter and St Pauls Church Caistor Lincolnshire

When I take a photograph that really interests me I often write a little haiku. I write them in three lines of 5/7/5 syllables. They do not have to rhyme, they do not have to describe the photograph, they are simply what the image led me to write. I only allow myself 60 seconds to write it. It is about being in the moment of seeing the photograph, just as my photographs are made in the moment of seeing.

thinking of autumn
brown leaves crackling in the breeze
the shadow of warmth

I could not see a date of Amy’s cross, but I wondered if it was the Amy on this census. At first I thought the census suggested her mother was single and bringing up 2 year old Amy and a new born in 1879, but then saw the occupation of the mother……..the wife of a joiner absent searching for employ

In a haiku world a ginko is a walk through nature observing

and as I ginko I make images of the things I notice

I then write a haiku in a moment as a response the images I make, that makes me stop to think

Finally I blog here about what the image and haiku make me think about