by Amanda Harlech .

Slow Spring....

Slow spring. Long awaited rain. Feel held in the hiatus of deluge while memories scatter through me. Maybe because I have decided with Nick to write the film idea as a narrative, maybe because doing the interview about my father for Relative Values stirred up  shadow currents but I feel in this steady, unremitting grey, all that is past suddenly present as if it is childhood rain that is falling.

1 comment

  1. ericesquire
    13:57 1 May 2012
    after rain comes sun...

    ☛ e e