Thursday, April 11, 2019


Sometimes you stumble across a scene and you just have to capture it. This lady was practising a dance routine. She was on her own, quite a distance from me - far enough that she couldn't see me and I could only see her general outline and gestures.

It took a little while to get into the rhythm. She reminded me of a majestic tree with branches dancing in the wind, hence the Ulysses quote:

'THE YEWS: (Mingling their boughs.) Listen. Whisper. She is right, our sister. We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. We gave shade on languorous summer days.'

1 comment:

  1. Am thinking Tai Chi looking at these, never thought of it as dance before....lovely blues/greens