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Could this be the poshest square?
Flying into Heathrow on Tuesday, I asked the pilot if he could oblige by popping down via a certain little home. Anyone recognise it? 🙂
Becky’s having another square month, with the
theme of roofs or rooves this time, perhaps you’re joining in?
Yet again, I’m all behind, hopefully I’ll catch up a bit at the weekend.
A final favourite
Isn’t it difficult to choose a favourite photo, from a vast archive? Some of the photos I love best are of my grandchildren, but posting those would add even more problems because I’d have to pick four!
So I decided to think about places I’ve been, and I think that our favourites are likely to be the ones that evoke the strongest memories. I’ll always remember the morning I took this photo and I’ve posted the story of it here and before.
I’m not sure if linking to the final weekly photo challenge is still possible, but I will really miss creating the posts. I’ve been blogging for 7 years and have probably only missed 20 in that time.
Thanks to WordPress and the amazing Daily Post team, I’ve made lots of friends around the world and learnt about things and places I’ll never see,
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday
Saturated and then some
Lovely Paula has managed to find time to set us a Thursday Special challenge, despite being overworked. I really like the theme she’s chosen, saturation, it’s something I dabble with from time to time. I’m aware that it’s all too easy to get carried away and usually I reign myself in. No such self restraint this time, how green is your valley?
Probably more subtle like this original.
Hey, everyone goes OTT sometimes!
Twisted bits
I’m having one of those spells where I’m all behind with everything, blogging included, and it’s not likely to improve much for a couple of weeks. I did read that the Weekly Photo Challenges are coming to an end, so I decided to post for the penultimate one, the theme of which is twisted. I hope these images, taken in Sicily, fit the bill.
It’s a pity it’s ending, but as Jude said it has become a bit repetitive recently. It’s been a great way of making friends, from all over the world. there are lots of smaller challenges of all kinds, and who knows, Lucid Gypsy might become a little less photo lead.
Wordless Wednesday
By Rail Through Somerset
When Meg posted her intentional noticings on a train journey to Poznan, I told her about my scribbles on a train. Being Meg of course she wanted to read it, so I’m re-blogging this post from 2011.
country gulls flushed by the 10.53
arrow from fields with frosty periphery
like yuletide tinsel under threadbare trees
lamb filled ewes felted and jacketed
join blanketed ponies to nibble on nothing
awaiting a ride or a jar of mint sauce
depart the Levels undulating uphill
where railway huts stand derelict lonesome
the sizzle of pylons shoot towards ozone
old man’s beard helplessly clings to dense hide
of hedge where Roe stags lurk in dank
acres furrowed and ready for spring
spires crack the mist near burst banks
where Saturday shoals of angling young men
stand fishing
and wishing
The spring at Okohia
Early on a September morning in the year 2000, I was told to get up to go for a walk through the bush. It was hot and humid, but not unbearable, and I was intrigued to know where we were heading. The path was narrow, mostly just one person wide, and with low undergrowth both sides.
Here’s my daughter with my cousin Kelvin.
After a while I began to wonder what might be sharing the path with us , after all there’s no bush without bugs. My sister Patricia laughed and said, yes there are snakes and many things that will bite you. Well I was already bitten, mozzies see me as their own private banquet, and I told myself that most snakes would scuttle away.
After half an hour, we reached our destination, the village spring, with, so I was told, the best water I’d ever taste.
It was definitely a delight for our feet, the best tasting? I can’t remember, but the experience of walking to collect it, makes it the most memorable liquid ever.
Here’s Patricia carrying it home.
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