Monday, December 8, 2008

Earlier Times

I guess that I am really not a "blogger" for this is the first time since this summer that I updated my blog. Perhaps the impetus came from watching an interview with Arianna Huffington by Charlie Rose. Arianna has written the definitve book on blogging and her insights showed that bloggers can, indeed, change what happens. Well, I don't figure on changing anybody's mind or fortunes with what I write but here are a few thoughts on current society.
I have the good fortune to have a one-on-one relationship with a young woman who wishes to learn more about darkroom photography. We had a session today in which she learned how to make a contact sheet and print one of her own negatives. Her sparkle and enthusiam keep me on my toes. What I did realize was that the years which separate us...and they are many...also separate us in language. She refers to "earlier times" (perhaps she is thinking of the 20's as olden days) as simply "the day" when speaking with me. "Ah, you mean in the old days, " I replied. She laughed and then later I used the expression "pleased as punch." Again she rose to the bait and remarked that that must have been a saying. Then I laughed. I think it is all this text messaging that deprives some of expressing themselves a little more fully.
Well we manage to understand each other anyhow and I am glad for the chance to make a point that language today needs to be paid attention to. And hopefully our new president will support that contention.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

the day after the storm

white sheets covered
the streets
tucking in the corners

with icy fingers curling
underneath the cobblestones

and down beyond the frigid surface
in the warm and murmuring earth beneath

ancestors rumbled, bleating out complaints
until the sidewalks heaved
and spread apart to release
their breath into the cold air.

high street warmed with buds blooming
spring, airlifting

March 2007 Pat Bashford

Monday, July 7, 2008


Along with the almost daily thunderstorms this month of July, come the rumblings of other thunderheads in the mind. Thinking about perception and the way in which we see and observe makes me realise that we experience emotionally as well as physically common sights - and even uncommon sights. For example, as I lean over my back deck railing I look down on the largest elephant hosta in existence. That hosta has been growing for over a decade and now it has become an invader in my small back yard. But it always makes me smile because I can literally feel the strength not only of its power position but also of its tenacity. If I turn my lens upon it either close-up or from above, the two dimensional product will act as a weak sister to the actual sight of it. It's a rumbler on its own!



The window facing East
on my third floor
catches the morning sun
spotlighting the two spires
and rising between them
a small hillock of lacy branches
serving as a bridge
uniting our spirits.

Saturday, July 5, 2008



Moon spilling

Into my room



Lights in the ceiling

Black holes on

White snow

Her white hair

Floating as she

Turns her key

Cracked window pane

Forced through

Dust and wind

news from newburyport

Summer is slowly beginning to simmer around Newburyport. The tourists have discovered the town again and the locals sigh a bit and manage to put up with them. SIGH!