I’m still in England –
And probably enjoying a view like this one over the Sussex countryside.
I just love the lamps, the birds
And the golden tapestry of the field behind.
For more golden moments, please visit: Skywatch. And I apologize in advance for not being able to visit you.
Inside iron, you can find velvet;
Inside the hard, a soft centre –
And in the petal, there resides
The strength to hold up the sky.
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It’s been hard taking photos as the sun sets around 11 pm
And rises again at about 2.30 in the morning – and even then it’s never really dark.
Sometimes, however, you get lucky –
A cold front comes in, the fleece goes on –
And you go out to enjoy the beauty
Of a summer storm.
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Dazzling golden light
Dances on the lake,
While the swan
Sails majestically on ripples.
As the sun sets and twilight descends,
Lake and swan
Become a beautiful abstract.
(Summer is a gorgeous time in ‘my’ backyard!)
I’m selling these shots as prints, posters, photos, bags and cushions on my Red Bubble site. * End of shameless self-marketing*
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Last weekend, a fierce bolt of lightning
And a thunder clap announced the arrival of rain.
The lone jetty stretched out
Towards the infinity of purple rain,
And we enjoyed the sight of wild clouds
Rolling in over the lake before running home
Wet and exhilarated.
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High up in the mountains of Norway,
The early spring skies are big and wild –
And old houses have birch trees growing on them!
Roros is an old copper mining town –
And the remnants of those days lend some kind of industrial romance
When decorated with dramatic skies.
As the sun peeked over the ridge of the mountains
Another glorious day dawned –
And I was grateful to be there.
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A while back – before the ice melted on the lake –
Stormy pink clouds attracted my attention.
Among the reflected clouds,
I saw a feathered group of swans,
Enjoying the dawn.
They remained there for a long time,
As if frozen to the ice.
Later on, they were gone
And only their memory — along with the clouds –
For more n-ice shots, please visit: Skywatch.
It’s just another post…
(Excuse the pun!)
And a wild purple sunset
Enjoyed by a lone duck
In a storm.
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My favourite sky is the intense blue of winter
Crisscrossed with ice contrails.
(This photo was taken last winter.)
This year winter has been too mild (in comparison)
And so we’ve had to enjoy the misty blues of winter fog
Shrouding a Viking church.
Whichever way you look at it, it’s all good.
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There is nothing as magnificent
As those big lavender and gold skies –
And the total joy
Of two dogs running through the purple:
Living as if someone left the gate open.
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As it’s the Chinese New Year and the start of the Year of the Horse,
Some wisdom from the horse’s mouth seems appropriate.
I moustache you to embrace the year with open arms;
To remember that even if life seems to be going backwards,
We can try to deal with problems with grace.
Life has its moments of beauty –
And of tenderness and love.
A big dose of laughter will stop neigh-sayers in their tracks
And make life better –
Because it’s all about falling and then having the courage
To saddle up and ride again.
For more hay-zy wise words, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
It’s been a mild winter
With skies of silver and grey.
The outlook from where I’m standing though
Is all good.
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just weather.” — Pema Chodron
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It was the magical ending to a day on the frozen lake:
Pearls of gold
And the deep silence that only snow can bring.
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At last – winter has made its grand entrance with several days of blizzards,
Leaving the crooked jetty an abstract canvas.
The ladder at the end of the jetty
Now has two handles of ice,
Each handle transformed
Into a tiny landscape of ice crystals.
The supporting pole
Is encased in an icy boot.
And who make those dog prints out there on the lake?
These two friends, of course!
(I call this shot Love in a Cold Climate.)
For more symphonies, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
All bundled up for a wintry walk.
The sighing of the setting sun
Paints the trees with gold.
A lone skater – on thin ice – whizzes by,
His singing skates echoed
By the honking farewells of the last swans of winter.
For more golden thoughts, please visit: Skywatch.
In nature, light is the colour
And when the sun bursts through winter gloom
It makes everything glow –
Even the humble frosted bud
And the honeyed tree,
Shining like a star.
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Christmas Eve is the big day in Sweden – with present opening and feasting.
However, the weather isn’t co-operating this year: no snow, just rain, grey clouds and plus degrees.
So to get into that festive mood, I’m pulling out some photos from my favourite town in Norway: Røros.
It’s a very old mining town full of pretty, wooden houses (and snow in April).
Many of the houses date back to the 1700s or 1800s and are still lived in today.
They are very well taken care of – although that statue looks a little frightened of the icicles hanging above him!
The tiny huts where the miners lived next to the copper mines
Are now one of the star attractions of the town.
(I know I’ve shown this picture before but it really is one of my favourites.)
Wandering through the streets, peeking into secret courtyards,
You might even find Santa’s sleighs…
And with that, I wish you all a wonderfully magical Christmas –
I hope that you give and receive the gifts of love and time.
For more festive stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
Sometimes winter wants to rest
– Not in a burst of colours –
But in silken tones of pearl.
There is a subdued beauty
In the grey –
And, just as in life, the grey
Contains a promise of light and colour.
“It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.” — Bulwer-Lytton
For more tones, please visit: Skywatch.
In nature – as in photography – even the smallest details
Can be a great subject.
Take the simple raindrop
As it adorns late autumn plants,
Into tiny cups of water
And see how it frames and enhances
A lilac-petalled beauty.
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Visit the beautiful I heart macro too.
If I had needle and golden thread
I’d weave you a glorious tapestry
And colour at dawn.
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November is here with its greyer weather,
So indulge me as I soak up the last vivid colours of autumn –
Doubly delicious when reflected.
I store up these views in my mind
And bring them out when winter seems a bit bleak.
Even as the leaves fade and fall
They still manage to create autumn bliss.
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Comes wrapped in misty mornings –
And shades of pink.
For more misty dawns, please visit: Skywatch.
Last weekend dawned glorious and mild.
The autumn leaves lay heaped up and knee-deep…
Who could resist their invitation to dive in and take a leaf bath?
The kids couldn’t…
And neither could I!
My daughter caught me dancing with leaves.
Meanwhile, Oscar enjoyed the autumn sunshine
In a more dignified manner.
For more autumn (or spring) fun, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
An early sunrise –
Blushing with fog;
The blank canvas of dawn
A perfect backdrop for a lone duck.
Remind us that we are all just
Eternal travellers in time.
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