Pointing west

March 31st, where did the month go? Becky’s been hosting her March Square challenge and most of my squares have been pointy, rather than jagged, spiny, prickly or bristled. As I’ve missed lots of days I thought I’d post  6 squares today, all of them taken in my beloved Devon and Dorset.

 

All my entries are pointy, let me know if they’re not obvious.

With many thanks to Becky for a great challenge, there’s been so many fabulous photos.

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Lens Artist Challenge

Patti, do you remember the song Fijian Girl? Your photos reminded me, but I know that shows my age!

Here are my ‘Nature’ photos for Patti’s Lens Artist Challenge this week.

If you stretch your imagination, you might see the M that I see, M for Meg who will like this cliff in north Devon.

This tiny snail is perfectly formed, a young Fibonacci in the making.

One of England’s prettiest wild flowers, and one with medicinal properties, containing digitalin.

I captured a magical vertical cloud.

Also for Meg, the odd place on the south Devon coast where the white chalk stone of Beer ends and the red sandstone of Seaton begins.

Join Patti here.

 

Back to Dartmoor

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!

 

 

Hello

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!