Category: Changing Year
Lunchtime
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Fallen Leaves
fallen leaves lie scattered
yesterday’s doubts discarded
insulating the seeds of hope
through winter’s long chill … More Fallen Leaves
November 2017
You wend your way across the meadow’s open expanse as the early sun casts its glow upon the toadstools and the tumbled leaves. The chill air catches at your throat as you breathe deep. Negativity disperses with the puther of each expelled breath… … More November 2017
Harlow Carr
Sometimes, no words are needed.
On Autumnal Waters
Sometimes, no words are needed.
On the Lake
Reflections
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.
October 2017
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 … More October 2017
As the Leaves Turn
Enter the Underworld
descend into the earth and find shelter within tangled mycelium warmed by a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt whilst earthworms coil amidst encapsulated dreams of sunlight’s return * sleep in peaceful slumber untouched by the Crone’s icy tears by the crystalline frosts and bitter snowfalls as she mourns her fallen consort and awaits the turning … More Enter the Underworld
Autumnal Folly
The Orchard
look beyond the urban rush and glimpse a vanished world thriving amidst concrete and brick Tucked behind a gate on a busy road in the middle of the city of Lincoln (UK), lies an oasis of green amongst the urban sprawl. The place is well concealed, surrounded by buildings, but walk a short path and … More The Orchard
Lady of the Dawn
she dances as the new day begins haloed by the rising sun her laughter echoing as she swirls
Harvest Dawn
golden rays dance over cloudtops ribbons unfurling in joyous celebration of harvests safely gathered I hadn’t even realised I’d taken these dawn shots on the Autumn Equinox until I was sorting through my pictures for the Changing Seasons post and spotted the date on the folder. I was already thinking about using them for a … More Harvest Dawn
September 2017
seasons shift decorating the land in daubs of gold finger paints wildly applied joy articulated with a child’s exuberance whilst leaves crunch underfoot During September, the signs of autumn have become increasingly rife in the meadow and in the wooded area beside the stream. The first leaves have begun to turn, shades of golden brown … More September 2017
The Rising Sun
Nature’s Balm
bathe in pure sunlight nature’s balm upon your skin reviving your soul
Travelling in Circles
each step draws you around and around again in never-ending circles * we’ve been here before walked these paths trodden this ground * open your mind open your heart open your soul * and see how each turn takes you deeper * into your mind into your heart into your soul * glimpse eternity’s quietude … More Travelling in Circles
August 2017
Grasses have ripened into swathes of gold, and leaves have deepened their colour in maturity, for the meadow and woodland have passed their peak, accepting the inevitability of the ageing year. It’s been a few months since I last joined in with Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons photo challenge, but I thought that, seeing as … More August 2017
Peculiar Life
Tread carefully as you walk the woodland paths, as you seek the peculiar life emerging from the earth’s fertile darkness. See them stand proud and defiant in the new day’s light, each embracing their opportunity to shine. Toadstools are definitely one of my favourite things to photograph, and this August has been great for them. They … More Peculiar Life
In The Dawn-Lit Meadow
Youthful Dreamer
weaving gossamer threads amidst a landscape gilded with possibility the youthful dreamer endeavours on suspended in a fragile web of hope
The Indian Bean Tree
seek shelter beneath broad leaves find renewal I’ve loved the tree house tree from the moment we moved into our new house. At first, though, we had no idea what sort of tree it actually was. Generally, I’d simply admire the way the evening light lit the leaves. During July, however, we were given a few … More The Indian Bean Tree
Follow the Path
In Appreciation of Hoverflies
they tell you that you’re nothing a nobody * merely a pale imitation of the bright celebrities and less dangerous than those high fliers with stings in their tails * but still you carry on with no praise or appreciation you get the job done * after all what else can you do…? * except … More In Appreciation of Hoverflies
On the Bean Tree
Swan
aglow with simple elegance she glides serenely onwards * untouched by worldly concerns * divorced from fear and anger * enriched by nature’s beneficence she scatters diamonds of purest sunlight in her wake
As The Daisies Grow
Watch the Rising Sun
sit amidst the long grass and watch the rising sun lovingly caress the meadow * golden rays revealing the innocence of daisies as they sway to a light morning breeze * breathe deep the blissful quietude and embrace the awakening of your soul These pictures were all taken at the meadow in my old village last month. I might not live there … More Watch the Rising Sun
Happy Families
As the Wisteria Grows
you could simply watch through weary eyes as an ever-changing world ebbs and flows * or you could keep on stretching fearlessly higher refusing to accept defeat When my sister and I moved in to our new house, there was a pagoda in the garden that was barely standing beneath the weight of dead wisteria … More As the Wisteria Grows
Midsummer Meadow
Midsummer Gold
arise to greet the dawning sun * gathering armfuls of pure golden light to crown the summer king * the Lord of the Hunt proud and virile mighty sunbeams amidst oak leaves * watch as he takes his place beside the queen * the Lady of the Meadows bedecked in flowers her belly swelling with … More Midsummer Gold
Freewheeling
freewheeling through childhood unsullied by adult cares journeying into a bright future This post is for Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
An Evening Gathering
New Paths to Walk
Watch the Roses Bloom
The Feeding Tree
sitting in blissful peace enraptured by sunlight awaiting the birds’ descent There’s a cherry tree in our new garden that we’ve nicknamed ‘the feeding tree’ because the birds seem to love it. I’ve already spent many pleasant hours sitting in the sun on the patio, with my camera pointing towards the tree. It’s given me … More The Feeding Tree







































