Sometimes, no words are needed.
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The View Through the Haze
The Rooter Weekly Round Up
Once a week I'll be sharing some of the latest articles published on our website, The Rooter. This is an environmental news website, reporting on positive news stories, successes, green innovations and sustainable developments, and championing grassroots projects and campaigns. I'd love for you all to pop on over and have a browse through some... Continue Reading →
In the Long Grass
sunlight gilds long grass blue sky intentions reach high dreaming untethered
At the water’s edge
Sometimes, no words are needed.
The Day’s End
Sometimes, no words are needed.
The Rooter has now been launched
Our new website is now live! Last September my sister and I decided we wanted to set up an environmental website - one that would share only positive news stories rather than the doom and gloom that you so often find on news websites regarding the state of our planet. Yes, there are a lot of problems, but... Continue Reading →
A Early Evening Bike Ride
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Serenity
captive sunlight beams from within delicate spheres as ephemeral as purest serenity suspended in careless precision upon a blade's edge It's been a while since I posted anything more than a wordless photograph on my blog, so I thought it was about time I shared something a little longer. I decided a poem and a... Continue Reading →
An Early Start
Sometimes no words are needed.
The Fascination of Moss
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Into the Setting Sun
Sometimes, no words are needed.
A Bloom Among the Thorns
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Walk a Treacherous Path
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At the Edge of the Ice
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Squirrel in the Snow
amidst familiar realities transformed into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity, harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past, for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen dreams in Spring's long awaited thaw
A Snowy Walk
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Shiva
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Reflect
Sometimes, no words are needed.
A Splash of Colour
amidst hues reminiscent of summer days and meadow flowers inspiration blooms
A View Through the Arch
view through a dream's ambiguous clarity visions conjured from yesteryear's depths unchanging necessities amidst the hubbub
Lord of the Wild Things
wild energies flow channelled through fertile form the lord of the goats leaps in triumph leading the herd along paths of uncertainty
On the Bridge
meet me on the bridge where the chasm between us no longer divides
The Ways of the Paths
She didn't look back. After all, she was of the Bakiai, and the Bakiai always looked forward. That was how their paths stayed true.
Dreams of Dragons
youthful flights of fantasy preserved in crystal dreaming inspiration encapsulated
Play Your Cards
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The Touch of his Hand
"Ssh," he soothed. "It's all right now. Everything's fine." Magic effervesced beneath his fingertips as he ran his hand in calming strokes down her back, his powers reinforcing his words...
Gargoyle
as society celebrates surface artifice masking ugliness beneath painted smiles pure hearts sculpted in gargoylesque form wither whilst awaiting their chance to fly
Lunchtime
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The Flamingos of Doddington Hall
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Skinny Man
he stands watch the skinny man the benevolent guardian of hope's illumination
Waiting
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Owl and Pussycat
attitudes diverge for harmonious journeys compromise required
awaiting the arrival of the guests
Is it Christmastime yet?
anticipation gathers in electric frissons on the air excited laughter mingling with the scents of pine needles and spices as children follow the white rabbit into a magical wonderland for a date not to be missed
Childhood Joys
Imogen's hands shook as she brushed the gathered debris away from the miniature village, her reeling emotions slow to calm. She righted a fallen bench and straightened a leaning signpost. Despite her best efforts, a clinging miasma of neglect remained. The place felt... empty.
The Christmas Village
stroll along snow covered lanes encompassing seasonal cheer
Bah humbug!
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Fallen Leaves
fallen leaves lie scattered yesterday's doubts discarded insulating the seeds of hope through winter's long chill
Six Word Story: Charade
Bruises concealed. Flinches masked. Happiness faked.
