Audible silent Sunday …

Each Sunday I prepare to find a scene or image that represents silence.  I enjoy it, I plan for it, I hope for good light.  I pretend to be a photographer; I fool – me not you!
But why do I do this? From 9 to 5 I work in a library; in silence, we creep about and communicate in controlled whispers.  So at the weekend I need to make noise and create … my mind is a frenzy. I pull together threads of hopes, dreams and ideals
I am a meditator so I can maintain an assemblance  of order and give the thoughts a place or let them go. But nonetheless I need to speak!
So each Sunday I find a reason as you know to interrupt my foolishly self inflicted silence.
So my silent picture is no more … it will say what it will; loudly or not.

This chimney says … look,
as I point heavenward
but with fearless grace …