As I was leaving for work this morning at 5AM I whispered, “thank you spirits of white light and goodness, keep me safe“, close the door and push my bike determinedly out to the road. I ended up an hour late yesterday, having to gather the last of my change and take the bus, no choice, few plows had been out yet so riding was … Continue reading Biking To Work In The Snow Before Dawn Doesn’t Suck As Much You Might Think
Mom saw her as “the wind beneath her wings”. We all did. By the time I was born she was an old woman, with long lanky wrinkled legs and arms, her face lined by decades of smiles, and smoking. She was well-loved, for her spirit, her mind, and her distinctive style. She believed in UFO’s and “do unto others as you would have done onto … Continue reading My Cheeky Grandma
we watched the seagulls we lost the keys in the sand it was a good day Pier at Port Stanley, Ontario – September 2016 for WPC :: serene Continue reading Looking Out
submitted for WPC :: transformation Continue reading Seasons On A Path
This weeks WPC :: experimental inspired me. camera: NIKON D3400 EFFECT :: Photo Illustrator I was out photographing Euston the other day and snow had got on the lens so I, with one hand holding the dog on the leash, balanced everything in my canvas messenger bag whilst changing out the lens. I’d had my camera set to the effect setting of POP, which I … Continue reading Playing With Accidents
i love random accidents you do not intend that peek one’s imagination Continue reading the accidental photo
And so I returned once again to that little woods at Euston Meadow, as I had to see it just one more time before all the leaves fell. I had been meaning to for days, but then we had our first snowfall and I knew the end was nigh. Ever since I have wandered around in my soul trying to somehow capture the words to … Continue reading Walks In The Woods
when the light was at its height fleeting glances through the leaves of light i saw myself temporary :: wpc Continue reading moments i have captured
like whispers from the shadowy corners of the past an old song on the radio yet the frequency is different and doesn’t come in as clearly – sometimes oh, October October, from the first to the last of deaths and loss and promises broken and childhoods that cannot be denied came that September day smashing and crashing as he finally turned and stared it all … Continue reading so long my month of many colours, even so
allow me just this, to shine as I did before I am blown away. DAILY PROMPT :: fluff Continue reading the flight of wildflowers
WPC :: rounded Continue reading The Gate
by PaulaB 