sacrifice on the altar of the gods

I took an afternoon off in London, and determined to seek inspiration, I roamed far and wide, lugging laptop, with camera in hand.

In a darkened archway gallery, I sank into a heap
lost in discordant drones and thrumming bass organ tones
trains rumbled intermittently overhead while I drifted in dislocated darkness, watching, of all things, over and over, a film of the organ in Edinburgh's Usher Hall.
Floating, reflecting on cold dark times preceding rebirth, watching abstract hands span organ keys, flowing random photos as accidental as my abstraction, I captured the now ghost of my sacrificial offering to the bus gods.

Perhaps we all need darkness to be reborn.





thanks to fimbulvetr