Autumn is a glowing time of year:
When trees glow
And leaves catch fire.
It’s a joyful time
Of dewy play
Showing off their families on the local lake.
And, if you’re lucky,
You can catch frosted jewels
Among the leaves.
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The golden evening light of late summer
Transforms even the humblest of flowers
Into works of art:
From downy pillows of fluff
To small wishes ready for take off.
And if you’re lucky,
You might even see a dandelion rainbow.
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I’m away in Gothenburg this week so won’t be around to visit you,
But I want to leave you with some sweet pictures of Ruby and her three-week-old puppies.
Ruby was very happy to see us – and we we were overjoyed to see her.
Her pups were constantly calling for attention –
Who could resist that sweet tail?
They were very affectionate
And not afraid of us at all.
In fact, they seemed to find some of us
Very tasty indeed!
(More puppy pictures coming up next week.)
I’ll be back on Thursday with a new post.
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Spring rejoices in the crocus –
Covering her with ice on those cold April mornings.
Spring comes dressed
As a single purple flower;
In a happy group
Or in a trio
Of petals and shadow and beauty.
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Some people say that Paris is the most romantic city in the world.
It could be because of the magnificent views of old buildings;
Or the romantic bridges criss-crossing the Seine.
Whatever the reason, the bridges of Paris are famous
For their hundreds of love locks –
Most with the names of couples written on them
To signify eternal love.
One of the most famous bridges with locks is very near Notre Dame Cathedral.
It’s been standing for at least 800 years — a testament of love and faith –
And it makes the loves and losses of our lives
Seems like the brief and passing beauty of a candle flame.
For more old stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
Winter has been so brief this year…
Just like life, the ice crystals
Created art for only a short while.
Metal poles on the jetty
Became abstract things of beauty.
Ice turned trees
Into silver tapestries.
And at the foot of the ladder on the jetty –
A heart of ice
Warmed the day.
For more n-ice stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
A couple of weekends ago, it started to snow
And snow and snow.
Nature softened her contours
As everything – including Oscar – was buried in lovely white flakes.
Twigs sprouted snow cones;
People and dogs frolicked in the blizzard.
(Look at those Yoda ears!)
And afterwards, we enjoyed the silence
Of a fresh carpet of diamonds.
For more frolicking, please visit: Our World Tuesday.
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.
A couple of months ago, I had a recording job in Stockholm’s medieval Old Town.
I arrived early with my camera so I could take you on a historical walk.
Let’s start off with Stockholm’s oldest – and most iconic – square.
The main streets are usually full of tourists in the summer,
So it might be a good idea to wander down some of the colourful side streets.
(Notice the decorative electrical box.)
As the sun struggled over the narrow, dark streets
The house facades lit up in lovely pastel colours.
Further on, right next to the Royal Castle,
I was mesmerized by the symmetrical beauty
Of an old building being renovated.
A few houses along the street, I glanced up
To look at the soaring tower of Stockholm’s oldest church.
Finally, it was time to go to Priest’s Street,
Where I had enough time to admire
The postbox (where residents collect their mail)
Painted to look like the very houses on the street.
I must say that history has never looked as
Poetic as it does on these old cobbled streets.
For more history, please visit: Our World.
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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