Bella bloom
Flouncy peony
hiding in geraniums
shine forth your glory
Month: May 2014
Wordless Wednesday
Coastal Collage
Just because it’s Monday and I haven’t played photo editing for a long time.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week#133
Julia went around Ireland by horse and carriage last week and so her prompt for the 100 word challenge is ‘the white horses were galloping’
Here is my interpretation.
Circle of Shelter
‘We must reach the menhirs before that Mammatus cloud or we’ll die.’ The white horses were galloping as if they had the wings of Pegasus.
‘Eleanor, you surely don’t believe those druid myths?’
‘Hurry Gabriel.’
We ran like the wind and fell into the circle, as the first thunder clap sounded. The rain swirled, and lightning flashed, darkness descended, though it was barely noon. Surely the hand of some vengeful God.
We woke to find the horses nibbling the sparse moorland grass, like us, completely dry.
Everywhere outside the stone circle was flooded.
‘It’s no myth Gabriel, the beasts know the circle is shelter.’
I’m very late this week so the new challenge will be out tomorrow. If you would like to read the other entries visit http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week133/
Work of Art
Nature’s fair canvas coloured by skilful brush
each billowing cloud unique and fleeting in form hue and shade
each curve and sweep of landscape carved by mystical sculptor
each line of tree planted by a master hand
each blade of myriad green springs forth to reach its zenith
burns dry in heat of summer desiccates
lies waiting for the cycle of rebirth
each swell of tide turns ocean brown blue
turquoise and broken by white horses
what greater work of art could this gypsy capture
than nature’s dynamic masterpiece
Michelle W chose the theme for this weeks photo challenge over at the Daily Post, Work of Art. Join in here, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/work-of-art/
Lazy Poet’s Thursday Haiku
Wordless Wednesday
Blackbury bluebells
Last weekend I went to Blackbury Camp, an iron age hill fort in East Devon. Iron age puts it between 800 BC and 100 AD, and Blackbury is one of several similar in the south of England. The hill fort is around 200 by 300 metres and roughly oval and has ramparts constructed from flint and clay. It has stunning views over the surrounding woodland and pastures, and is now looked after by English Heritage.
I’ve been before but this time was really special, here’s why!
It’s bluebell time, and this little place has the most perfect bluebell wood I’ve ever seen! Come and join me for a stroll.
I hope you enjoyed the view, I was overwhelmed by it’s beauty.
Most fragrant treasure
carpets a wood nymph’s haven
relentlessly blue
Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Move
For this week’s photo challenge, share your interpretation of “on the move.” You can be the subject of your image, or you might want to experiment with movement or transportation in a different way.
Says Cheri Lucas Rowlands over at the Daily Post. So for this weeks challenge I decided I would focus on the coast. except that in the first photo you will just have to believe that I was heading for the coast!
And here are a few more shots on the move.
Exmouth riders
Exmouth kite surfimg
Breaking waves
Easing ashore
Would you like to join in? visit http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/on-the-move/
Lazy Poets Thursday Haiku & resolving yesterday’s mystery!
Lost Chlorophyll
Once green tendrils found
safe harbour on the pebbles
crisply dried seaweed
Well done to Christine, beach comber extraordinaire, as I write she is the only one to guess correctly! I wish I could tell you more about this seaweed but as it is so decayed I couldn’t identify it when I searched. Isn’t it remarkable? Every scrap of colour and moisture has disappeared and you can see it’s skeleton if you click to enlarge. I’d love to know how old it is. I found it at Beer and as that is on the Jurassic Coast perhaps its been lying there for millennia. Or perhaps it arrived with the winter storms! It’s surprisingly strong and survived being crushed in the bottom of my camera bag for several hours.
Has anyone seen anything similar? Any sciencey people able to explain?
Lucid Gypsy 