pferguson | April 6, 2020
But two ears…it is time for me to listen If all the trees in the world turned into pens, all the waters in the oceans turned into ink and the heavens turned into paper, it would still be insufficient material to describe the horrors these people suffered… Captain Lesley Henry Hardman MBE Rabbi, British Army […]
pferguson | March 28, 2020
Softness to My Eyes There is a red heart in the window as I walk the quiet of the early evening. Mallards huddle closely in the quiet of a school field as the spring rain washes our town, our nature. The moisture runs freely along the roadside, its watery current in syncopation with the 7pm […]
pferguson | February 8, 2020
Concerning Hobbits Lord of the Rings Oneness So far from Scotland and piping – yet the sound of a tin whistle brings the days of the Celts – Picts and Gaels to mind. The age of then is here within a much read and spoken story – time and time again. With each line by […]
pferguson | January 4, 2020
Reoccurring Imagery in Film Near the start of this New Year I turn again to films whose peninsular lands I have wandered. From Peter Weir’s Gallipoli, that galvanized my interest in film-making, to Russell Crowe’s The Water Diviner whose pilgrim father is a character to whom I relate. In Weir’s Gallipoli it is the runner, within Mark […]
pferguson | February 24, 2019
The Reminders Before Us And they come back to us in our dreams…in ways that reminders place themselves before us…we see them with our eyes, our hearts…hear their soft rasp beside our ears and at night with a gentle breeze across our pillow – as if their virtual hand remains there to remind us – […]
