Monochrome Monday: Owl and Pussycat

Owl and Pussycat Bookpile

attitudes diverge

for harmonious journeys

compromise required

Shelves

As those of you who’ve followed my blog for any time might know, last year my sister and I moved into a house together. In order to decorate our new place, we pooled all of the ornaments and random whatsits that we’d individually collected over the years. This week’s Monochrome Monday post will be the first of a series of posts that will showcase a few of these bits and bobs.

Whilst in many ways my sister and I are very similar, there are also a great many ways in which we differ. This is perfectly represented by the two ornaments that sit together on the bookshelf. The owl is my academically-minded sister’s. The pussycat is mine. They represent our different natures perfectly.

The two of us actually lived together before, for a number of years back when I was in my early twenties. Unfortunately, back then our differences drove us apart. This time around, older and wiser, we’re both determined to compromise more in order to find a happy middle ground. So far, it seems to be working.

The Owl and the Pussycat

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Monochrome Monday: The Darkness Within

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The light that poured in through her window was the only source of illumination in an otherwise dismal existence. They said her harsh treatment was deserved, that her idle ways had led to an inevitable conclusion. Only she knew just how hard she’d strived to avoid such a fate. She tried not to let bitterness consume her as she remembered the long days she’d spent seeking any work available, and the unpleasant tasks she’d undertaken for a few meager pennies. But the work had simply not been there – not for someone like her, without education or experience.

She held on to her sense of self-worth through the darkest times. Like the light through the window that brightened her days, hope cast its rays into her soul, giving her the strength to continue. Someday she’d be able to leave the bleak confines of the workhouse. With the new skills that had been thrust upon her, employment could surely would be found. Someday, she prayed, her life would be better.

let the light pour in

bright rays alleviating

the darkness within



Like last week’s picture, this is another photograph taken at Southwell Workhouse. If you’d like to know more about the workhouses of Victorian England, check out Millie Thom’s post here.

CB&W: B is for… Boundaries

Dead Hedging

boundary lines marked

containing Earth’s wild spaces

guardianship claimed

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This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s theme is Letters A or B, and I decided to show pictures of some of the boundaries of the meadow and wooded area.

Woodland Fence

Both the first and last pictures show newly erected boundaries, as management of the wooded area has recently been taken on by the same couple – Kate and Ollie – who own the meadow. They’ve been putting in a lot of work to regenerate the area. The first picture shows a stretch of dead hedging, created from branches and other foliage gathered during pruning. This type of hedging provides habitat for insects, birds and animals, whilst also providing a barrier that blends far more naturally into the landscape than a fence. The gate in the final picture below takes you through onto their own land next door. I’ve been invited to go through the gate to photograph around their pond, though I haven’t done so yet.

Gate

I hope you like the pictures.

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