DRUNK ON WORDS

words

have

no

reality

.............................

camera: nikon fm2n

film: kodak portra

© nicole sprekelmann

STORIES A HOUSE WOULD TELL

Today I sat quietly, listening to the little squeaks and tiny puffs of this house. There seem to be

very few floorboards that will not give you away when you are trying to tiptoe at night.

Old windows squeak as if they were complaining about their  having to constantly

battle the cold winter wind. Those old and very pretty doors seem to have a mind if their

own, too. Or is it visitors from the past who are silently opening doors when no one 

is looking? The odd occasion even had me wondering where a certain

little something - never seen before - came to stand in a certain place.

So today I spend some time listening. Listening very closely to the sounds around me,

listening to all those squeaks and shuffles...  Beyond all those everyday sounds I might hear 

the story this house has to tell. What if I could simply press my ear to those aged walls and 

I could sink into the depth of its history? All those memories, aged dreams and thoughts

these walls have been home to, just thinking about it makes my head spin.

Makes my head spin and my heat beat a little faster, wishing I could

hear that tiny voice a little louder, so I would get to know these stories.

Today will not be the last day I sat here quietly...

.............................

camera: nikon fm2n

film: kodak tri-x

© nicole sprekelmann

PASTEL LIGHT

Soft light falls upon my pale skin and brings some pastel hues. Will this turn darkness into light?

Will the powdery softness and those gentle tones turn the inner turmoil into something

less painful and disturbing? Will light, that traveled so far to kiss my skin bring the much

sought after peace and calm? 

.............................

camera: nikon fm2

film: kodak portra 400

© nicole sprekelmann

SHINE ME SOME HAPPINESS

Breathing in bright rays of light that come visiting this morning. I let them tickle my winter skin

and brighten up the quiet sadness of the endless darkness. Drinking in the golden glow in

urgent gulps, embracing every spec of glittering dust dancing in the newfound brightness.

Pushing away every thought, just be, feeling lost in the bright glow.

.............................

camera: nikon fm2n

film: kodak portra 200

© nicole sprekelmann

SILENT GREY

Leaden clouds are pushing each other across the horizont, 

as if competing in some silent race. 

I immerse myself into winter darkness, 

trying to block out January's bleakness. 

Eyes glazing over ever so slightly, fluttering in the last effort to stay open. 

Then closing to the sound of pelting rain, letting daydreams come flying in. 

The warmth if fluttering thoughts and dreams carry me away to another place. 

Somewhere beyond the grey of clouds rain and winter winds. 

.............................

camera: nikon fm2n

film: kodak portra 400

© nicole sprekelmann