Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
When I think of texture I think close up and one the places I like taking close up photos is the seashore. I lovely pootling around a beach in winter hunting for treasure that has been delivered by the tide or has waited for millennia for my lens. So this weeks photo challenge was easy, simple photos from nature.
Perhaps you have some textures to share? Visit http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/texture/ to join in.
Rowanberries red
harbingers of sharp winter
sustenance for birds.
Seed packet surprise
Wildflower sprinkles
vibrant and ethereal
a rainbow palette
Celestine has posted a tanka based on my photo this week, go over and read it here, http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2014/07/17/thursday-tanka-jewels/#comment-23647
Maybe you will be inspired to use my photo as well, let me know if you do 🙂
Mollusc in motion
Backpack motorhome
with a curlicue décor
perfectly designed
This post is also for Bastets Pixelventures, where the theme is macro – I hope this phone pic just about fits in. You can join in here.
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/05/26/bastets-pixelventures-3/
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/
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
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?
Winding its oak way
gently piercing through the sky
for three hundred years
Lucid Gypsy 