they are the first to fall they will not be the last I had hoped to post my September Changing Season's gallery today. Unfortunately I'm not yet done with sorting through the pictures! These shots were taken earlier on in the month so I thought I'd share them and the little poem that I wrote... Continue Reading →
Each weekend they'd piled into the backseat, little ones on older siblings laps, ready for an adventure. It had been part of their family: the Flying Banana, the greatest car in the world. Which was why, despite being told it was only good for the scrapheap, the rusting wreck continued to sit in their garage - some day the banana would... Continue Reading →
"Silly Little Bear, what are you doing in there?" ◊ Mummy Bear smiles at her cheeky boy. ◊ "I'm playing hide and seek of course." ◊ Laughing, Little Bear runs away. ◊ "You'll never find me," he says. This post is for Cee's Black and White Challenge. This week's theme is two different things or the number two. The... Continue Reading →
Susceptible Willow spotted the pair long before they reached her. The man was perfect, open minded and curious. The woman was more... problematic. She exuded confidence, carrying a fixed world-view that prevented any tampering to her thoughts. But the man was too good to ignore. "Come," she whispered into his mind. "This way." He stopped, his vacant gaze turning towards the doorway where Willow... Continue Reading →
Every Wednesday all across the internet bloggers post a photograph with no words to explain it. Here is mine.
Are you a hugger or a non-hugger? I'm generally a non-hugger. I've been described as reacting like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory when being hugged. I like my personal space, and don't really like it being infringed upon. Having said that, my nephew and I have always had a very huggy relationship, so with... Continue Reading →
poised mid-air avoiding the squabble of voracious opportunists swooping with raucous cries patiently he awaits his chance to dive This post is for Cee's Black and White Challenge. This week's theme is isolated subjects. The picture is another one that I took on holiday in Cornwall earlier this year - this time on the beach near St Michael's Mount.
Captivated Raedan's hands clenched around the gift box as he listened to the announcement. Lady Seleste had chosen her suitor. And it wasn't him. Everyone else faded into insignificance as she glided across the hall. With each tilt of her head, each flash of a smile, she set his senses reeling. She'd captivated him from the first. Now he had one... Continue Reading →
poised before an expansive ocean of stilted maturity presenting youthful enthusiasm whilst all outdated dictates constraining adulthood are deposited abandoned on the shoreline far below a life of graft replaced by a fun-filled existence happiness becoming the prime objective These pictures (which were taken at Tintagel, in Cornwall, UK) were nearly posted a few days ago for the... Continue Reading →
time flows with the shifting tides tumbling over castle walls to drown in watery obscurity This post is for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. This week's theme is edge. The photograph was taken on the battlements of the castle at St Michael's Mount in Cornwall, UK.
They hide amongst the sunlit leaves, with only hints of movement to betray their presence. If you watch carefully you might see a darting shape, there and gone in the blink of an eye. But listen. You can hear them: the swish of fluttering wings; the pattering of tiny footsteps on branches. And there - the tinkling of... Continue Reading →
she glows with the luminance of impending motherhood her gravid form embracing serenity future's promise cradled within her body
She'd always said that she wouldn't be put in a box and forced into conformity, that she wouldn't follow their indifferent society's path, only to be left feeling stifled and unfulfilled. So how had she come to this? She turned away from the window, from the view of coffin like apartments, and began to pack her bags - it... Continue Reading →
Meandering path, following a well trodden route. To whose doorway do you lead? This post is for Cee's Which Way Challenge. This week's pictures were taken at the Chysauster Ancient Village in Cornwall (England), the remains of an Iron Age settlement thought to have first been occupied nearly 2,000 years ago, during the Roman occupation... Continue Reading →
Wisps of Gold Emily stood beside the piled leaves, peering around the garden for any that might have escaped her notice. It had taken far longer than she’d expected to scrape the mound together, each breeze threatening to undo her work, but she’d been determined to gather every golden scrap she could find. "Well?" she called. "How's... Continue Reading →
struck with scything blades the king falls laid low in golden splendour beneath nefarious skies as mournful gazes watch shadows creeping rivulets of life-blood seeping teardrops withheld as duty is done It's harvest time here in England, and the farmers have been busy in the fields around the village. Mostly I've come across the fields showing... Continue Reading →
she leans into his strength knowing he'll support her knowing the roots of their love are secure This post is for Cee's Black and White Challenge. The theme is still trees as Cee is currently taking a well-deserved blogging break. The pictures are of a pair of trees that have grown together beside the stream, leaning out... Continue Reading →
During August I've again been photographing the wildflower meadow, wooded area and stream for Cardinal Guzman's Changing Seasons Challenge. As usual I have far more pictures in my galleries than we're asked to share, but I couldn't bear to cut anything else out! With many of the flowers having withered away over the summer, leaving... Continue Reading →