One of the delights of having an early frost
Is that you can capture both frost and colour:
This is one of my favourite photos from October.
The lemon tones
Were repeated in this frosted yellow beauty
While the late autumn cone flowers
Danced in icy tutus to the music of the wind.
There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good. ~ Edwin Denby
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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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Comes wrapped in misty mornings –
And shades of pink.
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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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Leaves quietly cover a forest path.
Oscar leads the way…
Around the bend, we come across the perfection
Of clouds, warm stone church and the flaming torches
Of the trees.
The churchyard is ablaze with colour;
Leaves crunch underfoot.
The warm red of the priest’s shed
Matches the leaves.
Time to head home
Under the canopy of a dramatic sky.
Oscar is more than happy with his walk –
For this is the radiant joy that is autumn.
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I reached for a star …
But missed –
So I’ll just have to make do
With the magnificence
Of the sky instead.
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The first frost of the season
Sprinkled the flowers
With pink and ice.
Silken threads of web
Filled the spaces
Between frozen water drops.
The last rose of the season
Seemed more perfect in
And dropped a single petal
As a farewell to summer.
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Come hang with me for a bit on a gorgeous August day…
Let’s go down to the lake – I like to think of it as ‘my backyard’ –
And enjoy the scenery for a while;
Let’s drink in the perfect reflections
Of summer’s fluffy clouds.
As we walk past people’s gardens,
We might discover a bee-autiful surprise.
Then it’s time to dash inside and
Enjoy a summer shower with a butterfly for company.
When it clears up, we can release the butterfly
And our souls
As we sit on a bench to enjoy
A truly magnificent sunset.
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Like the soft stars of late summer
Take flight when autumn comes.
I find a feather next to the thistles,
A keepsake from the geese
Honking in the distance.
Ready to say farewell and welcome in a new season.
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Isn’t it utterly delicious
When it rains?
When you want to burst out into song
And warble, “Raindrops on roses …”
At the top of your voice?
When the drops turn
Crepe-paper thin petals
And when petals
Blossom into beautiful hearts?
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Creeping out at the crack of dawn
In my dressing gown…
Leaves me speechless
When I see the painted swirl
Of the dawn sky.
I gaze in wonder for a long time
And take in a deep breath
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Flowers are happy things
And none more so than lavender.
It’s bright and energetic
Perfuming the air
With its fragrance and colour
Lavender is the colour of summer for me.
What about you?
(Just realized that I’ve passed FIVE years of blogging! Thank you all so much for reading.)
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Choose a golden ray –
Melt into the air
And float away
Like a balloon riding on a sunbeam.
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(It’s just the anklebiters, the dog and myself on a private island for a few days, so I may be a bit late in visiting you all.)
I love the way you can hold
The summer light in your hands
And pour it over
Wild fields of clover.
The light gives a perfect auburn background
For a lone flower in the sunset.
It caresses a tree trunk
With liquid honey
That spreads out to catch
The glow of a single shining strand
This is peace. This is love. This is Nature.
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That perfection of long summer evenings
And mosquito bites
When it never really gets dark
And there is plenty of time
For skimming stones,
At the deepening colours in the sky
And for enjoying the still reflection
Of clouds in the water
And peace in the heart.
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As I lay on my stomach trying to photograph
The lovely way the dandelions catch the evening light,
I thought to myself:
What do you see?
A weed –
Suddenly, the wind blew
And the tiny wishes
Floated away, like sparkling fairy dust.
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It’s hard to get sunset or sunrise shots at the moment with only three hours of night.
But a couple of days ago, as I was falling into a deep sleep at ten in the evening,
A loud hissing filled the bedroom. I ignored it.
Another loud hissing.
So I dashed outside to catch the second balloon on the horizon.
It hung there in stillness
Before swooping down and disappearing.
All that was left
Was the delicious pink swirl
Of another gloriously light summer evening.
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There is nothing as joyful
As walking underneath the pink clouds
(Waving gently in the wind)
Of the sakura or Japanese cherry blossoms.
They remind us that life
Is intense and fleeting
As it follows the natural cycles
Of birth and death and renewal.
They flower for such a short time, like us,
And remind us that we too are as beautiful
And transient as a cherry blossom.
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I do believe
The wings of the swan
Love the light of the setting sun.
“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.” — Mary Oliver
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It was one of those perfect spring evenings
When the sun made stars out of water
And Oscar made abstract art
Out of water pearls.
On the way home, I turned around
To see my daughter caught in the fairy glitter
And become one with nature.
The setting sun
Threw its golden drops
On grass and woodland flowers
As if to say: Stop. Look. Listen.
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Something woke me up far too early (before 5 am).
Perhaps it was the golden silence
Calling my name;
Or the beaver in the lake
As he swam through watery clouds.
Perhaps it was the glory
Of a new day whispering:
Do not miss a single golden moment.
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An April sunset
Of soft ribbons in the sky
That blush as they kiss
The still surface of the water.
A lone tree and I
Enjoy the sight of a double bridge
Of crimson beauty.
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Sometimes you can find beauty in the most unexpected places.
Entering the interior of Paris’ oldest church, Eglise Saint-Germain-des-Pres, once so mighty but now eclipsed by Notre Dame,
I was struck by the beauty of a humble set of chairs next to some ancient chipped pillars.
The light from the stained glass window behind them
Transformed the chairs into miracles of colour and form
And the floor, worn by centuries of visitors,
Became a dazzling thing of rainbow beauty.
(I have to say that out of all my Paris photos, these are some of my favourites.)
“The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.”
G. K. Chesterton
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