Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Lucid Gypsy doesn’t do creepy. No creepy books, and I’ve never watched a horror film in my life, I doubt if I ever will. I think that what goes on in the real world is scary enough, without spending my time being scared senseless by a creepy film.
So my creepy photos may seem a bit lame to other people, but here they are.
Are they creepy enough for you?
If you can share creepy, want to join the challenge, and see lots more creepy stuff go here.
Still death or still life?
fragments of summer waiting
for glory once more
Do you ever realise that you’ve walked past something a thousand times and never noticed it? It happened to me recently, on Exmouth seafront. I was sitting at a bench eating fish and chips, as you know I will at any opportunity, and attached to the wall in front of me there were probably thirty pottery tiles. One of them had a date,
I’ve since found out that they were made at an event called ‘Clay in the Park’, part of the annual festival in the town. Here are a few more that I’ve put into collages.
Some look like they were made by children, no doubt they’re all grown up now. Aren’t their creations fab? I thought I was observant but apparently not!
Is what Cheri Lucas Rowland wants to see photos of for her challenge this week. Here are my choices.
It doesn’t look very complicated does it? But in fact it’s one of the ways out of a maize maze at Darts farm, where I took my sunflower photo this week, go in and you could be gone a while!
Theworld beneath Dido and Daisy’s feet will soon be wet!
I wonder whose toes walked before me on the world beneath my feet.
The world beneath my feet isn’t!
Roly-poly on the world beneath my feet!
What’s beneath yours? Share with us here.
I’m late posting the Weekly Photo Challenge, mega busyness. The theme is Inspiration this week, I’ve been thinking about it and finding it difficult to pin down. In the end I was looking through Lucid Gypsy, some photos, and the my regular Lazy Poet’s Haiku posts. Then it fell into place, my county, Devon in the south west of England is so often my inspiration. So here are a few photos in a gallery so that you can see why.
What inspires you? You can share it here.
To the west of the main seafront at Exmouth is the Exe estuary, it’s been a favourite place of mine since childhood and I’ve posted many photos taken there. Every couple of weeks a friend picks me up from work, and its become a habit on summer evenings to head to the coast, for fish and chips, a paddle and a Pimms on the balcony at the Grove. On Thursday we managed the paddle and fish and chips but the pub balcony was full, so we kept walking towards the marina.
This used to be a scruffy, but fascinating, working dock, now the apartments here are very expensive. I’m torn between thinking I’d like to live there and thinking its all a bit sterile and elitist.
Leave the apartments behind for a while and enjoy the view.
Across the estuary towards Dawlish Warren.
The tide was very high on the remains of the beach where I used to play, the blue moon was on its way.
There’s still some fishing work taking place, thank goodness.
and a lot of blue.
as the sky and buildings fight for the boldest colour.
Turn the last corner, here is the bridge that replaced the rickety one I remember, and the sun shined on, a perfect Devon evening.
He created a colourful bench for my August post for Jude, and placed it in Parc Guell, in plenty of time for my visit to Barcelona in April.
If you would like to join in visit Jude here, she has a different bench theme every month this year.
In the golden hour
magic light streams brightly through
my clouds of the day
A few days ago Meg posted a memoir of some the amazing walks she has taken so far in her lifetime. She talks of walking on Broken Hill, even the name evokes wonder, casuarinas looking south to Gulaga and a father emu with his nine babies. When she wrote of ‘heathland flowering up to our neck’, I compared the abundance of flora and fauna with here in England.
Then yesterday I went for a short dog walk beside the river and canal, and observing my surroundings I became aware of just how much there was to see. 
Lots of seed heads, Queen Anne’s Lace I believe.
I’ve decided to call this a nature walk and link to Jo’s Monday Walk. The Exeter canal runs parallel to the river Exe for around six miles. The canal is great for walking, or cycling, as long as unlike me, you can stay upright on a bike, and there are several watering holes along the way. I hope it fits Jo!
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