Time changes everything
I am fairly sure that when I post the prompt for Sinful Sunday everyone assumes that I pick things that I already have images or at least an idea for.…
I am fairly sure that when I post the prompt for Sinful Sunday everyone assumes that I pick things that I already have images or at least an idea for.…
Last week Bee posted a picture for Sinful Sunday that she found personally challenging because of the way her body looked in it. This week I am joining her in…
Yesterday was a perfectly perfect English summers day. We have, unusually, had a few of them this summer but for the last 2 weeks there has been an abundance of…
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” ~ Henry David Thoreau And what do you see? Summer, warmth, flowers, delicate and pretty, a sea of…
Red the colour of roses Red the colour of love Red the colour of lips Red the colour of passion Red the colour of blood Red the colour of wine…
“Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew.” ~ Julia Caroline Dorr
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across…
Gardens… should be like lovely, well-shaped girls: all curves, secret corners, unexpected deviations, seductive surprises and then still more curves. ~ H.E. Bates
There is past me, she still lingers in the shadows. She is part of my now but I am not her. There is my future me, she will be a…
“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but…
“Nature’s free bounty and useless extravagance had never appeared so fantastically beautiful as it did this spring. I had an uncomfortable suspicion that Nature had come to reconquer the earth…
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it…
Beneath the trees in the woods perfectly little bells of blue carpet the earth. The sun punches through the soft canopy of the new spring leaves illuminating little patches of…
It is Thursday and that means it is time to bring an old image back to life. This shot is one that is tinged with sadness for me. The location…