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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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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Spring dances in –
Two steps forward and one step back.
Give way to soft pink light.
Blue skies are serenaded
By blur of wings and trees
Waiting to burst into bud.
And winter leaves behind
A fragile reminder of its return.
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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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Pour me a pink martini
Out of the sky;
Let my eyes get drunk
On the beauty –
Or serve up the moon
On ice instead.
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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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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.
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Turns to a delightful pink;
Branches showing the way
To an upside-down
Pink abstract dawn.
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Comes wrapped in misty mornings –
And shades of pink.
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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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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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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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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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As the sun sets
Trailing behind a scarf reflected in the water –
Breathe in and out.
And pay attention to the those small golden moments.
If there is something Oscar has taught me, it is this:
The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention to the small details of life.
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Summer is short and the sun calling my name, so linking up to: Camera Critters.
I have a confession to make…
I love the lowly ‘lion’s tooth’ –
They grow in fields and gardens
Like cheery suns
Or radiant sparks of light
That have fallen from heaven.
And if you’ve ever rolled in
Then you know that it’s like being
Kissed by golden suns.
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There’s nothing I enjoy more
Than rush hour on the lake
When water, birds and light
Become beautiful abstract art.
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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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On Earth Day, nature gave us the gift
Of big rolling skies and dramatic clouds;
Of our local jetty, finally revealed
As the ice melted away
To leave a lake of burnished copper.
The canopy of the sky
Seemed so close and so beautiful
That all we had to do was reach up
And touch it.
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I love it when the snow fairies come to visit:
Turning pine trees into candles;
With garlands of ice –
And giving them hair-dos
Made out of spiky crystals.
The sunlight filters through
Icy fairy art to warm a long-forgotten leaf
And to remind us that we are intertwined –
Together, we can make
The mundane magic.
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About a month ago, the ice was finally thick enough
For the snowplough to come and make an ice skating track around the lake.
This was happy news as I was finally able to walk over the lake
To enjoy the beauty of the setting sun
As it cast its net of light
And turned branches into golden lace.
I met a woman out with her camera too –
And for a few minutes, we shared a bond
As we enjoyed the simple gift of the sinking sun.
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Winter’s freezing dawn
Creates an abstract work of art;
Trees rise ghostly
In deliciously cold lilac dresses;
And the ancient church
Floats in clouds of pink.
Cold and startling and beautiful –
Another gift from nature.
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The first time I saw this white wooden church
I gasped in amazement at its beauty.
It started out as a simple chapel built in the 1700s –
And then in the mid-1800s, it was expanded
And the old clock tower replaced with a new one.
The white wooden planking,
The delicate leaded windows –
Such simple and exquisite beauty
Iced with snow and love.
The lovely and talented RED has interviewed me. So, if you want to know more about me or my photography tips, then please do visit her and say hi. You can find her at Amazing Australian Adventures.
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Sometimes the silence and the grey
Descend so softly
That you can almost hear the peace of the cloudy reflections.
Later on, the moody skies
And the old jetty seems to stretch out
Towards the swans
Dancing on the edge of infinity.
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It’s been an unusually mild and wet autumn so far…
The soft rain makes art out of a humble fence
And turns a bench into a diamond-studded wonder.
And best of all, it lends beauty
To the graceful head of a flower:
Reminding us that bowed is not defeated
And that the best thing to do when it rains
Is to let it.
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