My favourite. Favourite? That is hard. Yet, after a bike ride round the village, and I came back sentimental to boot, I choose this one. The object in question my oldest niece made, and I love it, it always makes me smile, so, that’s why I chose this one. Posted 4 years ago, it is a series of all the things I’ve found, or had … Continue reading My Favourite
This lovely is an Autumn Fern, and I actually sat there this morning sipping the rich brew from my French Press, gazing at it for a good 15 minutes, mesmerized at how the light touches its beautiful bronze fronds in the morning light. Had to share. Ah, details are what has me out there for hours on end, watching, taking big breaths of pleasure, at … Continue reading Vintage Poop And Victorian Ladies
Through the hedge is another country, the great “out there”, as it were. Often you’ll find me basking in the shadows made by the Black Walnut Trees that surround this little place I call home, dripping their toxicity, allowing only woodlanders to thrive, and dismissing the dalliances of species that do not belong – VIP only. Black walnut is allopathic, as it excretes chemicals into … Continue reading Thru My Arbour There Is A Place
Up this morning before the crack of stupid, for what purpose I knew not, or, er, not initially. Yet, I admit it became clearer as the morning rolled along. I am a total sap. Romantic to my very core, as well as idealistic, and I fall hard for stories of TrUuuueee LOoove. Watching all the fabulous hats and men in shiny spats parading down the … Continue reading A Liquid Day In Many Ways
Down the sidewalks of the village, left and then a right, and left, wait for the light and then we cross the busy road. Almost there, almost. We pass the daycare, and ahead I can see the green. Well, with a dog it’s never that straightforward. Of course, she must sniff every single upright structure for the ‘news’ of who’s been there before her, inspect … Continue reading The Best Things In Life Are Free
Down to The Coves with Irish last week, experimenting with the colour isolation feature on my camera. Weeping Willows at this time of year turn this beautiful golden hue as the leaves come in, against the grey of the rest of the trees around, and I’ve always thought they were rather lovely this time of year. As we proceeded down the path, keeping the colour … Continue reading The Golden Feathers
years ago now, Mom’s bestfriend gave me a Hoya from the one that hung in Grandma’s kitchen and at the base of the pot she wrote a Rumi quote however, Hoyas and I don’t see eye to eye and i killed it long ago other things have resided until last year and it was left outside and yesterday afternoon the 1st of May it came … Continue reading a Hoya from Rumi
/// WPC – LINES Continue reading The Porch Cat
Maybe call these the B side, the photos that didn’t make it into my last post on Euston Meadow. These are from March 25th of this year, and incidentally, I think the last spring-like day we’ve had so far, as it would seem as though Mother Nature is not feeling very “spring-like” yet. So today as they threaten more freezing rain, and I sit here … Continue reading Euston’s Bones
this grey day and there is no dawn sky, the trees sway back and forth blowing in out Continue reading i see
before the dawn is awoken, and through the park on my way to work ~~~~~~~~~~~ // ~~~~~~~~~~~ for the WPC AWAKENING Continue reading i am gone
submitted for the WPC :: SMILE Continue reading When You Smile
By the time I washed up on those shores it had been 5 years since Mom died, add another two since my marriages finale, and that morning I had been up all night, having returned alone to my apartment after another libatious evening within one of the bars that lined the shore of that lake, and I was restless. I had grabbed my camera and … Continue reading Setting And Rising Again
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