WORDLESS WEDNESDAY; HELLO HOLLAND

 

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All photographs by Damien B Donnelly

Today we are recalling the colours of my previous home town as yesterday a Dutch shipping company came along to move my belongings from my 5th floor/no-lift Paris apartment and start directing them towards Dublin. One Dutch man, one flams man, and me, the irishman, in Paris, speaking Dutch, sweating and running up and down 5 flights of wide, winding and weather worn Parisian wood steps, and doing it all in less than 20 mins!!!

PICTURING PARIS; RUNNING BY THE RIVER

Sunday morning run on ile Saint Germain, Paris south west…


Where the city meets the Seine 


A splash of colour on an, as yet, dull day 


Better days- what we need right now


The Bridges of Paris County!


Nature is endless


A bench beneath the bark 


Fragility in the field 


Framed gardens


The human touch 

A seat at the summit of the morning…

All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly 

WHEN THE EMPRESS IS REMOVED FROM THE EMPIRE

 

There is art
           on walls,
               winding walls,
            in rooms
       on show
           with light,
                    luscious light,
                          and climate controls
                                   while she’s sidelined
                                to the shadows
                         to weep
                              for the darkness
                                        that devours her
                                               skin, stuck like tar
                                                       and trapped in stone
                                                once tempered
                                 by an artists touch
                      now off and absent,
             now long grown
                  cold, not being of stone
                                   but breaking bone,
                                                while she weeps
                         neath polished position
         on partitioned pedestal
and waits
        in the shadow
                      of his name
                         long forgotten from rooms
                alight with art
                                on walls,
                                          the art
                                                of other men,
                                                            maybe more remembered

          like lands,
                  once considered,
                           now grown careless
                                                in their unions
                                         next to nations
                                    who have not
                                          nurtured the need
                                                              to be noticed
                                                      for notions
                                               long ago
     set in stone.

 

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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