Sometimes, no words are needed.
gain insight in ascent awakening emotions stultified by society's strictures * gain closure in descent revisiting issues locked within subconscious crypts * gain wisdom with each step overcoming life's adversities so true joy can be found
cross the white bridge transitioning from autumnal dreams into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days awakening to discover the wisdom of the winter crone
joyous laughter echoes over the lake's expanse as small feet kick tumbled leaves into riotous disarray * lakeside memories of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin whilst safely enclosed in loving arms with ducks to feed
see reality mirrored in reflections on the water a semblance of the otherworld glimpsed through the lake's portal with a change of perspective truth is revealed I took a walk around Hartsholme Lake yesterday. The reflections on the water were lovely.
horseshoes clatter metal pealing against cobblestones in a chiming of bells as dreamlike figures ghost by a cavalcade of spirits messengers from the past bearing warning from a time of division and strife for those who care to listen This week's photo was taken at an English Civil War reenactment in my home town of... Continue Reading →
Newly shorn, the meadow lies bare now under the October sun, the golden trim giving accent to the surround of autumnal trees. The air holds a bitter nip that the early light is hesitant to dispel, but the clear sky promises pleasant hours ahead - a welcome change from the wet, windy and overcast days... Continue Reading →