Come sit with me a while
And let’s set the sky on fire
With our laughter.
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After the silence of winter,
Spring makes itself heard in the loud
Symphony of birds
Twittering, singing, warbling.
It’s a feathered harmony of music!
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I love the contrast between the cold of winter
And the humid tropical temperature of visiting the greenhouse of the Botanical Gardens.
First off, you are greeted by a vibrant
Splash of colour as you go in…
Wandering around the more temperate parts of the greenhouse
You can see signs on some of the trees:
Happy Winter! I’ll wake up again when it’s spring.
(The same could be said for some of those people who don’t like winter…)
As you walk further back, you enter different regions — much hotter ones.
My camera lens fogged up and as it cleared,
I could just make out some kind of orchid
Swimming towards me like a fish with petals.
I fell in love with the fronds
And patterns of some tropical ferns.
Before I left, I spied the delicate
Pink tutu of a flower.
“All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today.”
– Indian Proverb
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Sometimes in the middle of winter
I like to nourish myself
With the patterns and colours
And silhouettes of vibrant summer.
This shot reminds me that
You don’t always have to go with the flow –
Going against it can also create beauty.
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When the sky burns bright
As the sun sets
And the red turns
Into a magical purple tapestry…
Then the only response possible
Is one of wonder
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It is a flower’s nature to bloom.
The same thing could be said of people
If we give them enough
I’m away all weekend, so won’t be able to visit you.
But thank you – once again – for your visit!
On Walpurgis Eve (30th April),
It’s time to light bonfires to chase away evil spirits
(Or so people once believed)
And welcome in the spring.
This year, the fire burned as fiercely as ever –
But it couldn’t compete
With the natural red glory
Of a spectacular sunset.
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The huge city of New York
(I was there in February)
Seems to do nothing but reflect back itself
In its hard, shiny surfaces.
Yet, underneath its exterior,
You can find small signs of tenderness –
Like a tree trunk snuggled in a scarf of love;
And the faded yet vibrant beauty of an old emergency phone
Graced with stickers of love.
I’m away in the mountains of Norway for work and won’t be able to get around to your blogs for a few days.
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Beauty stole over the skies
In silken veils of colour.
I sensed something special was going to happen.
I watched and waited. And enjoyed the cold sunset
Until I was rewarded with a heart in the sky.
“The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe.
The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars.
Fire and lightning and winds are there, all that now is and all that is not.”
– The Upanishads
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