Long Boarding in the Park

Photographs celebrating Boarders Without Borders

Lisbon - Portuguese Trainspotting

Portuguese Trainspotting isn't just about the trains.

It's not just about those trains on the platform waiting to go.

or those coming in - yellow for regional trains 

red for local trains

of different shapes 

That come and go 

and come and go.

It isn't just about the trains...it's sometimes about the stations. 

Large, arch-encased concourses,with shops 

and pathways, 

bridges, 

and platforms 

covered by a webbed roof, supported by pillars 

so the trains can stop and go

But at night the roof, the platform, is transformed. 

Trains still come and go... 

...people still wait, but now under an illuminated web, illuminated pillars 

 People wait 

or they dance, in the ticket area 

with others 

watched by those 

on their way to the platform to wait for a train. 

IN PROGRESS

IN PROGRESS

Epilogue as a beginning

My life, a series of events,

some good and some bad

 I have difficulty

distinguishing the difference in my memory

Bad Silence

The good moments made the bad silences, loud noises,  tolerable

Habitually bad silences, loud noises, dominate,

dipping the good,

piling them in a corner of unimportance,

I forget them.  

Can I help, Can I be helped.

I am always there for me

I manage, I believe

What I know to be right

Am I right I am Right

My echoes can go now

moments to adjust

Mad Silence

Together,

with those who listened,

I may have won

alone with monsters, echoed voices, bad silences, loud noises

I did not do so well

 I am always there near me

I don’t speak

Why don’t I say what I know

I believe it may hurt too much

Sad Silence

bad silences, loud noises

Let them take one last bow

Breaking in that which is hidden, 

piled in a corner, corners

I will not, cannot not forget the journey, not one day

But I always remembered I was always there near me

bad silences, loud noises

Sometimes it is so clear that you cannot help,

I cannot help, bad silences, loud noises

sad silence, quiet noise,  

You will leave, everyone leaves, loud silence,

I will be alone sad silence, loud noise,

empty heart and hope, failing or gone

Wordless

It’s hard to see them go when I don’t know how to say goodbye 

Tell me, If I ever loved me

Say it, say it like you never want them to come back

I am always there near me

Say it ....

empty heart and hope,

Is there hope,

there is hope, always?

People, complex, blazing in harmony with colours.

vibrant, yawning and churning colours flat and bursting  in a moment.

A beautiful world

Can I get people to see what I see, saw

Some listened others did not

Monsters do not, 

bad silences, 

loud noises, 

echoes 

T Ryan, January 2017

Steph Clark

There are places death does not belong,

There are generations death does not belong to.

When it does arrive, unwanted, unexpected, it takes one of our own,

One of our invincibles and we can do nothing.

We do not know how to feel, about our unwarranted caller

We have difficulty dealing with the consequences,

Our friend has gone and we miss her.

We are the invincible generation, this isn’t meant to happen to us

But it has, and in her memory, and definitely her insistence, we continue.

Her colleague quoted a blog by her, it included the words

“What do I do? I think, I make a difference, I give a f**k! – and I’m really proud of that!”

We give a f**k and we were proud that she was one of us and we knew her.