Walks of London
Again and again I return. There are more ecologically diverse areas in London, larger, perhaps some may say lovelier. If one includes all the woodsy ways, back roads, and other wild spaces I’ve wandered, few have captured my soul more completely though. One may find it tucked in behind busy Wharncliffe & Baseline, situated where […]More
I’ve decided to start just taking random shots of whatever pleases. With no particular place to go, my desire is to just head out the door and go wherever the wind carries me. So over the next while I am going to get back to basics – photographically speaking. With my new little Canon Elph […]More
In The Seven Woods
I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile Tara uprooted, and new commonness Upon the throne and crying about the streets And hanging its paper flowers from post to post, Because it is alone of all things happy. I am contented, for I know that Quiet Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer, Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.
Written by: William Butler Yeats