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Hello folks! Thanks to everyone for what was a really fabulous week. For me, as well as cameraderie, pleasure in the "small ceilidhs", and the chance to pool everyone's knowledge, it was all about reconnection to sources, of a kind.

To view the photographs, click on the thumbnail images below. They may take up to 30 seconds to load, depending on your connection speed, and can be downloaded to your desk top by simply dragging them there with the mouse. They should be alright for making small prints.

Below the thumbnails at the base of the page I've added a daft little poem I wrote during the week about Canna Man: that's pre-Canna Woman Man, before he found the woman of his dreams. I may add others, and will e-mail folk if I do.

Cheers ever, and thanks again
Gerry



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Images from Canna, 15th-22nd July 2006. All photographs copyright Gerry Cambridge. Not to be reproduced without permission.

Canna man? Can he? He can.
That is his motto. Cobbled together
From scrap of the dump,
His every thought is metal.
His enormous member
Points his way, it leads where he follows,
Aimed like a rocket,
His symbol of perpetual hope, his dreams
Surely all of thrusting, and welcoming hollows,
Though he must settle for space and air,
His unlikely penis
Unable to penetrate
Anything living that wants him, no
Melted butters and runny honeys
Of welcoming life, so you feel sorry
For this comedy figure
Locked in his metals flaked by the sea
Perpetually unable to come
And therefore unable to go,
Metaphorical finger continously poised on the button
Of no-time and nothing,
Ringed by laughter at his one great feature.
And you wonder, does he know.