Sometimes, no words are needed.
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At the water’s edge
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
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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
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The Fascination of Moss
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Into the Setting Sun
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A Bloom Among the Thorns
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Walk a Treacherous Path
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At the Edge of the Ice
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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
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Shiva
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Reflect
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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
Dreams of Dragons
youthful flights of fantasy preserved in crystal dreaming inspiration encapsulated
Play Your Cards
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Gargoyle
as society celebrates surface artifice masking ugliness beneath painted smiles pure hearts sculpted in gargoylesque form wither whilst awaiting their chance to fly
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
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
Changing Seasons 2017: November
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...
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Step by Step
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
The White Bridge
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
On Autumnal Waters
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Monochrome Monday: Lakeside
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
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.
