Spring Paths
verdant growth,
fresh, electric, vital,
thrilling senses to awaken … More Spring Paths
verdant growth,
fresh, electric, vital,
thrilling senses to awaken … More Spring Paths
for the bluebells celebrate their ephemeral existences upon the land of bone and creeping earthworm, drawing life from amidst death, drawing hope from amidst pain: nature’s joy surrounding cold stone On day 345 of 365 Days Wild I walked the loop of lanes around the outskirts of the village. It was cloudy, but the sun … More Celebrations of Life
On day 322 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time wandering barefoot along the meadow paths. … More Earthed
On day 315 of 365 Days Wild I wandered along the hedgerows that line the village lanes in search of bees and insects. … More Hedgerow Life
On day 312 of 365 Days Wild I spotted some small bees while out on my daily walk. … More Early Mining Bee
On day 309 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time with The Spring flowers in the garden. … More Spring Flowers
can you hear the sound of ringing bells, summoning quickening spirits to frolic in sunbeams scattered by a fickle sun, with wings aflutter, paired pirouettes arise in twining flight to a sound embodying joy On day 305 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time with the first bluebells of the year that are just … More The Chiming of Bells
On day 302 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time with the Ground Ivy that is newly blooming on the grass verge beside the lane. … More With the Ground Ivy
On day 300 of 365 I spent some time with the hyacinths in the garden. … More A Hyacinth Heyday
On day 299 of 365 Days Wild I ventured out for a walk along the wild and windy local lanes. … More Spirits of the Air
On day 296 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time trying to identify the violets that are growing on the bank beside the lane in the village. There have been some dark purple ones there for a while now, but this time while I was out I spotted a few patches of some paler … More Violet Divide
On day 271 of 365 Days Wild I rose before dawn for what promised to be a beautiful morning down in the meadow and by the pond. … More February Dawn
I dream of a world
where sunbeams and
snowflakes coexist … More Sunbeams and Snowflakes
Day 252 of 365 Days Wild was a day of mixed sunshine and snow showers as ribbons of weather passed over us. … More Sunshine and Snow Showers
nature’s beauty can still be found,
even in a world turned upside down … More Upside Down
On the afternoon of day 139 of 365 Days Wild I decided to visit the pond. … More At the Water’s Edge
Day 126 of 365 Days Wild brought some unexpected sunshine. … More Unexpected Sunshine
Day 104 of 365 Days Wild was spent down at the nature project. … More At the Nature Project
stillness embraces morning in a
sheen of burnished copper, beginnings
and endings bound in delicate threads,
opposites unifying into serenity … More September Dawn
Raindrops on the water: this is how I find calm. … More Raindrops
For day 72 of 365 Days Wild I took a trip out to the picturesque Leicestershire village of Bottesford. As an historical settlement, I not only got to indulge my love of nature, but also my love of history. My parents lived in Bottesford for the first three years of my life, before our rapidly … More A Visit to Bottesford
unnoticed, she fades into
the background, disregarded,
until the day comes when lost
… More Mugwort: For Dreaming
I spotted some toadstools while I was wandering around the meadow on day 41 of 365 Days Wild. They’re always such a delight to see, and doubly so this early in the season!
… More Toadstools Galore
*sound on* dawn-lit insects dance upon sunbeams as birds raise their voices in song; like a dream forgotten upon awakening, a forlorn spirit aches for ancient magicks, tantalisingly close: an eager heart cries, ‘reach out’
throw wide the door and let the light of love spill through, illuminating each opportunity for joy
haloed in the dawn,
she emerges from the mist
as brining frost exults in
day’s arrival, a wild spirit
of the meadow … More She of the Dawn
can you sense the whispers
of the turning seasons?
can you hear
the words of love murmuring
through bowers of fresh green
blossoming with life? … More Whispers
trapped in an unrelenting
nether world within which
nightmares and reality merge,
ringing bells and clapping hands
summon spirits of humility
allowing gratitude to shine … More Bluebell Spirit
awaken * to inquisitive sunbeams that nudge and question and seek, illuminating each shadowy fear that hides within the morass of insecurity coccooning deep Winter’s sleep * awaken * to gaze with innocent curiosity upon the world’s bright new beginnings, eager to embrace each glimmering opportunity held in pristine readiness within bejewelling dew * awaken … More Awaken
echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace
in amongst the leaf litter all over the woodland floor are lots of little pixie homes all waiting with open doors
The place where you can find out what Lillie thinks
Looking at life through blue eyes
: around the world :
Myriad memories frozen in time
Looking into why we do the things we do (and some crochet) each Monday
Amanda Tuke - writer: nature, people, places
A photographic journey.
Here and now, with all of it.