Sometimes, no words are needed.
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
fallen leaves lie scattered yesterday's doubts discarded insulating the seeds of hope through winter's long chill
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...
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
As usual, I took far more photos of toadstools during September than I could possibly include on my Changing Seasons post. I thought I'd share them with you today instead.
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
weaving gossamer threads amidst a landscape gilded with possibility the youthful dreamer endeavours on suspended in a fragile web of hope
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →