An eclipse, an invasion, a series of unfortunate events... #1
or the good, the bad and the ugly, not necessarily in that order!
A hill and I
Field conversations and blurry photography from a hill in SW France, wrapped in self sufficient chaos, memoir obscurities and armfuls of love!
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a trail of sunflowers...
on the road to heavenly, old friends and oh, it's so freaking hot!
Briefly...
watching the horizon, a shooting star...
"I want to be a swallow."
words I imagine being said then desire with all my heart...
between earth and sky
love is a kestrel learning to fly.. and other stories!
on a hill which might be heaven...
—don't smile, it hurts!
saving owl...
and other feathered kerfuffles.
these tiny, glorious moments
being forever busy and moments remembered in the in between...
I know you’re tired...
but come, this is the way ― Rumi
from a spring hill - Aeipathy
no wellies necessary!
excuse me while I pull on my wellies!
finding colour in the shadows...
a quickening of all things...
and a hole in the clouds where the sky fell out...
a handful of February
Bonjour, from Mistle thrush and Robin—briefly the stars and everything in readiness to burst...
winter passing
snowdrops and badger tracks, injury and slow days with books... winter passing.
freezing in nostalgia
from youthful days; muscovy, mouse and ancient yew...
end days...
Dear ones, just before I wish you all a most glorious new set of days for the year we stand on the very edge of, I would like to say this;
dashing through the snow, dancing in the aisles!
fighting tears at mass, snowflakes and festive flu...
Chasing grace.
Fragments of December...
Dustings...
Meaning when it snows just enough....
Woodsmoke.
A place I love where I have a one-sided conversation with two crows.
Embers.
Lighting a fire for all saints and souls and soggy leaves.