cut
The woodsman’s axe
Precise, slice
Through layers of time
As if it had never been
As if it was never seen
No more mine
slice
Over in an instant
History stopped, or has it?
Layers of life compos-it
New birth, reformed, now alive
Not stopping, but diverted, ready to revive
Micro, macro all forms of life
Secretly growing, very much rife
ripple
I’m very much a ripple
Do you fancy a tipple?
Riding on my crest of time
I’m very much a ripple
Perhaps a little brittle
Just passing through, oh
what a crime!
I’m very much a ripple
It’s starting to drizzle
Will you share mine?
I’m very much a ripple
I’m starting to dribble
Just a little speck in time
falling
Falling over
And over, again
It never ceases, to refrain
Falling over
And over, toward doubt
Its life is a series of knockouts
broken
I am broken, but still very much alive
I might be stunted, but I am striving to survive
Limbs might have fallen, my clothes are now strewn about
But I am still mighty, majestic and stout
I’m not broken, I’ve just reached out
I might have stepped back, but there is no doubt
I am very much moving forward, with lots of drive
Limbs are regrowing, branches and buds very much alive
rings
Rings of life recorded for prosperity
The rings add up giving greater clarity
Good years, bad years, years of plenty and years of strife
The rings within me record my life
life
What do you see?
Crawling across my tree
New or old?
Is it life, or just a fold?
There is something there
A glimpse to share
We are all looking
But what do you see?
delta
Ever flowing, never blowing
Spilling over, like a stover
Pushing onward, not being awkward
Exploding out, without a shout
Expanding, reforming, without a warning
Forming a new lease of life
mycelia
Tendrils forming every which way and that
Spores far and wide radiating out
I’m growing, with stealth, with purpose and ease
Reforming, transforming ready to seize
Am I a wise man, steadfast and sure?
Am I a fool and should look for a cure?
No this is it! This is for sure!
This is the way out, lets grow some more!
stump
“It’s the end of the line” they said
No more. Cut. No less. Bled.
But life continues, its not taken for dead
Live with me. Now. Grow like a tree. How?
Neil Pallister
I’m an artist in residence. In my own head!
As an amateur photographer I am striving to capture the atmosphere, the feeling of a subject. I am drawn to the forms of nature, the fluid lines and shapes that it forms, and I try to represent those through impressions and abstract photographs. My influences are elemental; the rock, the water and air around us. The patterns and shapes and interactions with humankind. Those who write, draw and capture the essence of nature are all friends to me. If I can pass on that ambience, the tone that I experienced in an image, I will be happy.