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nostalgic pathwaysfor days only beige and brownautumn reminds me Continue reading capturing
nostalgic pathwaysfor days only beige and brownautumn reminds me Continue reading capturing
Just noticed recently, she has white whiskers on her chin. Catch her in the right light, at the right angle, like this morn at dawn. Maybe a little inheritance, somehow, from my bearded Irish lassie? Anywho, 3 or so little white whiskers poke out, right there in the little white spot of her chin. She spent barely 3 weeks with Irish, they have no shared … Continue reading A Long Walk To Euston
spirit i seek, heresolitude is mine, againi return to you Continue reading euston my euston
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass It’s a few blocks away from me and half the walk is in getting there, Irish … Continue reading Lollygagging In The Urban Wilds
Now, a couple tidbits that living with a narcissist taught me is first off, that any attention for them is good attention, they’ll take it all, any which way and Sunday sideways. Two, there can be only one, numero UNO, and that is their higher purpose to all else, contrary to whatever they say or bribe you with. And so here are some of those … Continue reading A 15th Too: The Man, The Guilty, And Euston
at play once again in a salacious meadow for the sake of joy Continue reading euston again
Morning Walk @ Euston Park – September 15th, 2018 Continue reading Bumblebee And Morning Dew
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
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 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
my breath you steal upon cresting the hill and down i go that well-trodden way past the asters and chickory towards the woods again we go. Definition of idyll 1 a :a simple descriptive work in poetry or prose that deals with rustic life or pastoral scenes or suggests a mood of peace and contentment b :a narrative poem (such as Tennyson’s Idylls of the … Continue reading an idyll for Euston
this spring day with the light just right upon the grass the teasel dances in the afternoon. Continue reading the walk at euston park
It stands on the edge of an area of London residents unlovingly once nicknamed “manure park”. This little pocket of paradise is a shining example of what can happen when people get together to turn things around. Euston Park is located in the ‘middle’ of the Coves Subwatershed. The 11-hectare site is a former municipal landfill and now exists as open space. Historical evidence indicates … Continue reading Trails of Transformation