Holding up the sky
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.
For more stories, please visit: Skywatch.
Frosted times
Let me take you back to the end of October last year,
To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.
It was a stunning bright day
Perfect for a drive out to the horse ranch
Sporting its old Grand Central clock on the side of the barn.
The brilliance of the sun
Turned the wires into art
And behind the frosted thistles
I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.
On the way home, I stopped to admire
The endurance of this ancient rune stone
(And to wonder if the Simpsons was based on the pattern on the stone…
Look at those eyes!)
For more good times, please visit: Our World.
Shooting from the foot
I like to try out new (slightly crazy) ways of taking shots.
Like placing the camera near the ground and letting it focus on whatever it wants.
I don’t look through the viewfinder so have no way of knowing what is in the frame.
The results? An abstract moonscape made out of mushrooms;
A family nestled close to each other for comfort;
A rainbow captured in the soft down of a dandelion —
And the deliciously dewy grass of early autumn.
For more focused shots, please visit: Our World.
Spider art
A couple of weeks ago, we woke up
To the eerie sight of a world wrapped in
A cocoon of spider webs.
The sparkling grass
Rocked a small web hammock to sleep.
A luminous spider
Hung suspended on a necklace of pearls.
And I saw the universe
Beautifully reflected in a row
Of crystal dew drops.
For more dewy magic, please visit: Our World.
Winter bouquet (or bokeh)
We’ve hardly had any snow this year – only a smattering to cover the ground for a day or two.
No matter how little – I always feel as if I’ve won the lottery when it begins to snow.
The white petals have a way of transforming life into something softer, more golden.
The bare bones of flowers look like twinkling stars;
A birdhouse becomes a cheerful red hat with white trimming;
And even a weathered post becomes a silver-haired object of beauty.
(Yes – Mum and Dad: Just like you guys!)
For more snowy (or sunny) beauty, please visit: Our World.
Who says what?