Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
A few weeks before Christmas I posted some photos taken on an afternoon trip to the moor, At the time I said I’d be back with a few more, but then l forgot.
I asked if anyone could guess the location, only Jude would have a vague idea, but she was a few miles out.
Think Hounds of the Baskervilles!
Yes, it’s Houndtor, my favourite place on Dartmoor.Well, one of two, or three!
It’s Tina’s turn to choose the them for the Lens Artist Photo Challenge this week. She has beauties, I love her blue window. I’ve decided to have a mix of nature and art, you can even see me making a curve.
This is my first lens artist post for a while, are you joining in this week?
Hooray today is chill out Saturday!
Where everything seems to have been upside down,
TGIF
Happy weekend everyone!
Back for this week or maybe more.
Eye shining like flame
bright through countless soft feathers
focussing on you
small human you’re being watched
by this skilful predator
Scary eh?
My first poem of the year was inspired by this painting by my mum Pat, thank you!.
A sense of woodland
Trudging through mud and leaf litter,
with his faithful companion Ned
a man surveys the landscape,
testing his path with a stick
from the same birch wood.
At the gate the dog pauses,
paw suspended, alert, ears wide,
and the pungent stench of vixen,
barely perceptible to human senses,
overwhelms its olfactory nerve.
A gleam of solstice light falls
on a startle of rabbit, a clear acre distant.
The man fumbles for his pipe and baccy,
scrapes squelchy leaves from his soles.
Ned flops with a disappointed grunt,
a screech of jays laugh from naked branches.
Then once more the silence is palpable.
What’s inspiring you right now?
and a very Happy New Year to all of you.
For various reasons I haven’t been around for several weeks, I’ve missed you, and I’m sure you’ve all had a busy time as well. My time has been happy and also very sad, but I hope to be back to normal now.
Here are a few images from recent weeks.
I expect I’ll post a Wordless Wednesday tomorrow, it may even be wordy, and I’m finishing a poem. I’m anticipating some aches, pains and bruises tomorrow, because with the help of Flora and George, I slipped on the rocks at Sidmouth beach today. It was one of those slow motion moments where I thought I’d saved myself, but no, thought I’d saved myself a second time, but no, back I went, my skull missing rock by an inch. I could only laugh!
Lucid Gypsy 