Light

Gradually, day by day, we are starting to emerge from winter here in the northern hemisphere. And yet the nights remain stubbornly long. We are aware that just round the corner there could be more  ice and snow before springtime begins to truly win out in late March. There's a long way to go yet. This current night - January 3rd - will last for some sixteen hours here in South Yorkshire.

When you live at or near The Equator, there's little variation in the length of day and night throughout the year. They remain roughly equal - around twelve hours. Never to know the lengthening of winter nights as in northern latitudes nor the summer shrinkage. Never to require much psychological adjustment nor the necessity for seasonal wardrobe changes.

The lives of those who of us who live well north of The Tropic of Cancer and way south of The Tropic of  Capricorn are deeply affected by annual cycles of light and season that are of little relevance in tropical regions.

I am not sure why I  followed this train of thought when my main intention was just to post a few photographs from my time in Thailand which just gets further back in the history of my life. It was exactly ten years back when I set out for a second six month teaching stint in Bangkok at the tender age of fifty nine. I spent my very last week in Thailand on the island of Koh Lanta in the far south of the country and that is where all these pictures were taken. In the entire Kingdom of Thailand you could not get much closer to The Equator than this.



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 It hasn’t got light today, just a damp sort of dark twilight pervades everything 
I took myself off to the Mostyn Gallery to see the Cerith Wyn Evans’ neon light sculptures which ironically push out more light than anything else here in Wales today. 
I bought sushi cabbage from the street food deli and katsu curry as an afterthought and sat reading a few books in the cafe at Waterstones until it was time to get home.
I’m getting my monies worth  from Netflix later 




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Lord

 Lord

It’s your child

Regine

Intercède 

On the behalf

Of those

You call Your Own

And let the

Work of Your Hands

Shine



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