November 2017

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… … More November 2017

Paths of Memory

tread softly along paths gentled by hazy memory, strolling amidst recollections of yesteryear’s cares where lost loves and old pains fade into ephemeral touches, phantom fingers brushing against present preoccupations This post is for Cee’s Which Way challenge. The photos were both taken on a misty November morning on the lanes around the village. Here are a … More Paths of Memory