iPhoneography

Mini Saga n.17 — Presence Unknown

by tm · Mar 11, 2016

One day here, the other, gone.

The only thing left was that menacing message.

You never knew when your turn might come. If ever.

When it finally happened, it wasn’t as I expected.

I went looking around, expecting to find familiar faces, but couldn’t find any.

Still, it’s early days.

Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by an image, other times they are the inspiration for photos, which I take to complement the stories.

Mini Saga n.14 — The Landing

by tm · Mar 4, 2015

It landed on a foggy night, somewhere in the suburbs. Its surface covered with intricate decorations, a message for us maybe.

But we didn’t understand.

Its inhabitants were out in no time, making sense of their surroundings. Making themselves at home.

That was the first. Soon there would be more.

Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by a photograph, other times they are the inspiration for images, to complement the stories.

Mini Saga n.13 — A Moss Heart

by tm · Feb 15, 2015

In spite of the appearance, the creature has a soft, green heart.

As I reach over, I sense a little movement, a shiver, like a faint voice. Startled, I withdraw my hand and walk away.

When I am back the creature is still there.

The pulse draws me toward it.

Mini Saga n.9 — The Screaming Rocks

by tm · Oct 21, 2014

You are out of tune, again – said Terry. Hugh was following the music in his head.

His voice never matched the others.

The wind wasn’t helping either, a hot southern breeze that made them irritable. Wishing they were elsewhere.

Terry sighed – ok guys, once more from the top.

Mini Saga n.8 — Mind the Gap

by tm · Aug 29, 2014

I mind the gap all the bloody time!

Until I didn’t, and slipped through the crack.

Through broken glasses and mobile phones I saw a tunnel that went on. And on I went.

I was hoping to find a portal to a new land, but I ended up in Brixton.

Postcards from Bruges

by tm · Aug 16, 2014

Bruges is stunning. Picture postcard perfect. So much to see and do. And eat

Room and breakfast (or what’s lefts of it) a the Pand hotel, right in the centre of town.

I found it particularly beautiful at night. Maybe because there are less people around. The light works to create a magic atmosphere.

We walked everywhere. My step counter nearly popped. And me with it.

Shops of all kind, from quirky to avant garde.

We tried as many types of beer that we could, but didn’t even scratch the surface.

And did I mentioned the cakes?

I love the contrasting styles.

I’ve never seen that many swans in my life. They pretty much own the place. Of course, they are the symbol of the city.

Experimenting with lighting effects in the dark pub. While beer tasting, naturally.

Love the details! Especially the lace-like fence.

I couldn’t get enough of the contrasts.

I’m not sure who left the bicycle parked there, but it seemed to be a feature. And what about the bench, practically in the canal? For those hot summer days, when you need to freshen up after a long walk, I guess