I can’t find the written words, so here they are today. I’m not brave and I’m not strong. The painting is called ‘rootless’.
Our local cricket club holds an annual firework display which neither of my children are terribly keen to go to at the moment. Luckily however, we are treated to a free viewing from our bedroom windows. This is my favourite image from that night. I think it looks like a painting and as if the(…)
I loved this little droplet that had collected on the leaf-it reminded me of a silent tear drop. Taken with my iPhone 4S. Sometimes it surprises me with the quality it produces, considering it’s bound to be a compromise in terms of photography.
Blimey it was cold last weekend, the first weekend of May. It felt like we had gone back in time to March temperature wise though! However, nature had been enjoying the brief warm spell beforehand, not unlike ourselves. And on a visit to Coughton Court I still discovered bursts of colour despite the cold. These(…)
I am no gardener. I enjoy being in the garden and love pottering. But anyone who visits my garden will very quickly learn that my skills are limited and my successes down more to luck than judgement or knowledge. Having said that, I do listen occasionally to people who know more than me, especially where(…)
Isn’t the moon a fascinating place? For me it represents a sense of mystery, of time passing and hints at just how small humankind is amongst a universe of unknown wonder. On a recent trip down to Cornwall, I snapped some images of the moon. The light was so crisp and unhindered by street lighting.(…)