December Sunset
On day 190 of 365 Days Wild I went out for a sunset walk. … More December Sunset
On day 190 of 365 Days Wild I went out for a sunset walk. … More December Sunset
On day 84 of 365 Days Wild I ventured out to the meadow for a wander in the early evening light. … More An Evening Wander
On day 79 of 365 Days Wild I went out for an evening walk around the lanes, and down to the meadow and stream. … More Of Rainbows, Sunbeams and Toadstools
For day 59 of 365 Days Wild I went on a bug hunt in the meadow. … More Bug Hunt
The fascination of lichen on an old bench at the meadow’s edge. It was a bit of a dull afternoon when I headed out for day 55 of 365 Days Wild. I spotted a blue butterfly… …and identified a Burdock plant… … but little really caught my full attention until I sat down on one … More The Fascination of Lichen
a sheen of gold,
magic on the water:
a portal into the unknown … More Magic on the Water
On day 43 of 365 Days Wild a Small Copper butterfly was spotted in the meadow. … More Meet the Small Copper Butterfly
For day 42 of 365 Days Wild I left the house at 4.30AM in order to watch the dawn. … More Misty Dawn and Sunlit Cobwebs
After watching the sunrise from Amos Lane, I then slipped through the hole in the hedge and entered the meadow. The weather forecast had warned me that the sun would likely only be out for a few hours, so I was determined to make the most of it. Morning light on the meadow is … More Morning in the Meadow
For day 32 of 365 days wild I spent some time with the bees in the meadow. … More Bees, Bees, Bees
for now the Earth tells us
to be still: to stop for a
moment and listen to the
birdsong outside the … More Be Still
dance upon currents
of awakening energy,
seeking purpose within
blue sky days as change … More Blue Butterfly’s Flight
there are those who
love the Earth,
who find beauty in forest clad hillsides … More To Walk the Earth
a window onto fresh
beginnings, opportunities
silhouetted against … More Window
Sometimes no words are necessary. … More Wordless Wednesday: Woodland Magic
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
out where nature’s solitude
soothes rampant fears of social
interaction and sickness, out
where the daffodils and bluebells
merrily sway, life blooms in
swelling melodies as birdsong
choruses greet dawn’s touch … More Symphony
like sunbeams through clouds,
so calm amidst panic,
so peace within turmoil,
so generosity beside greed,
so love amongst hate,
so health amidst disease,
like sunbeams through clouds … More Sunbeams Through Clouds
as above, below,
as within, without,
for existence lies
encapsulated
within upended reflections
of tranquility,
for stillness is found when … More Reflections
I am a ‘do-er’. I like to get out into nature and ‘do’ something. I always have my camera slung over my shoulder, plus a notepad and pen, and often even a watercolour pad and some paints. I can happily spend hours on end out in our local green spaces doing whichever thing most appeals to me. I always feel very connected to nature. … More Connecting with Nature
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
a new era dawns in a haze of fear and uncertainty the world’s potential veiled by hatred’s profitability I actually wrote this poem on New Year’s Day, when I headed out for an early walk despite it being dull, overcast, and uninspiring for photography. These pictures, on the other hand, were all taken earlier this … More View Through the Mist
discover a hidden place of half remembered tales and adventures * a place that bears echoes from long summer days spent in the sun picking flowers and scrabbling through hedgerows with dirt under fingernails and dungaree knees torn and patched and stained * a place that whispers of a time when days passed by in … More A Place of Dreams and Magic
follow a path through the debris of Summer’s sun- kissed indulgences, treading scattered seeds into fertile earth as you head towards the clarity promised by Winter’s chill, and the fresh shoots of wild possibility that wait to unfurl beyond
frost retreats in wreathing mists as autumnal rays cascade over twisting paths, telling Winter ‘it is not yet your time: sunlight still holds sway,’ but soon… soon those darker days will arrive bringing long nights of crystalline clarity when dreams marinate, encased in Earth’s protective womb, awaiting the burgeoning warmth of Spring, but for now… now is the time of … More October Meadow
pirouette amidst the blooms as vibrant sunlight streams on through illuminating dull endeavours into joy Take a seat, there, upon the path, beside the Granny’s Bonnets. There’s a buzzing, sound coming from amidst the sunlit flowers. There’s a bee – you know there is, even if it remains hidden from sight. You strain your eyes … More Dance
Stop and take a seat beside the sun dappled path, and watch as the flowers sway in the warm spring breeze. See, as they dance to the meadow’s unique melody. Listen carefully. Can you hear it? Birds trill their songs from the trees in joyous counterpoint to the buzzing of the bees and the insects … More Meadow Song
follow the path connect with the earth free your soul I might not have posted much recently, but I have been out and about taking photos – as much as I’ve been able too, at least, while dealing with unpleasant back pain and sciatica. Rather than using my DSLR camera, though, I’ve mainly been using … More Follow the Path
blithe merriment glimmers on sunrays, teasing the land to awaken, a youthful maiden dancing in innocent exuberance, with fresh blossoms scattered at her feet I’ve not managed to get out and about as much as I’d have liked to during February, having spent most of the month down with the flu. This last week, though, … More Frost Maiden
walk along snow-dusted fence lines, lit by the fading light * and find peace amidst the shadows, in the embrace of the Winter’s chill * for now is the time of dreaming, as night begins its descent * and now is the time for planning, as we wait the renewals of Spring * so walk … More Fence Walker
venture out beyond ploughed fields to rugged heathland * there * watch the day’s stresses dissolve into evening’s kaleidoscopic light * there * let nature’s balm soothe the aching of a fettered soul * there * explore paths borne of myriad possibility I might not have been on my blog much recently, but I have … More There
solitude bathes away life’s stresses in a wash of golden light as the sun sets over a rugged landscape
don’t give up with every step your destination grows nearer I’ve spent a few mornings at the meadow recently, photographing the flowers and the insects and the birds. And anything else that catches my eye! I found this little creature particularly fascinating to watch. It was very determined to reach the edge of the daisy. … More The Journey
Sometimes, no words are needed.
sunlight gilds long grass blue sky intentions reach high dreaming untethered
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Sometimes, no words are needed.
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 … More Serenity
Getting out into the countryside of my local area is something that I particularly enjoy doing. As we’ve recently moved to a new village, there are lots of places around and about for me to discover. I’d heard about the ruins of an old windmill out along a footpath linking our village to the next … More A Wander in Search of Windmills
Sometimes, no words are needed.
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Amanda Tuke - writer: nature, people, places
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