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….
for mine will be the wisdom of the Crone * she who walks the hedge lines and liminal spaces with back bowed and bare feet rooted * custodian of the secrets of the earth she is at one with crooked trees and lurking spirits…
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
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.
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…
Follow the lane as it wends its way through craggy hills, sodden earth beneath your feet and deep waters at your side. With each step feel your cares tumble loose, descending like scree into the lake’s inky depths. This post is for Cee’s Which…
This post is for Cardinal Guzman’s monthly blogging event The Changing Seasons. He asks that you post a gallery of between 10 and 20 photos for each month, all taken in an area near to you. Over the course of the year we’ll get to see…
Beyond The Known
Colette O'Neill... Environmentalist, Author, Publisher, Photographer. Creator of Goddess Permaculture.
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