It’s been one of the wettest summers on record
Here in Sweden.
The flowers aren’t complaining.
In fact, they seem to unfurl
To drink in the rain
While unopened buds
Are happy just to be.
My parents need some help this week, so I’m away in England again. I might not be able to visit you or reply to your comments. But please know they are much appreciated.
For more rainy or sunny shots, please visit: Our World.
Before summer got into full swing over here,
Simson and I went out one early, dewy morning
To enjoy the happy suns of daffodils;
On purple baubles
And the vibrant splash
Of sunny silken petal.
It was hard work for Simson to lie still
And watch me —
Just look at the concentration on his face!
For more happy baubles, please visit: Our World.
Just back from a fabulous week
In Baleal Surf Camp, Portugal
Where the water was cold,
The kids stood up on their surfboards
The very first day,
The skies over the sand dunes
Were so wide and embracing
And the scenery wild
When the rain came rushing in.
For more cool shots, please visit: Our World.
School’s out and the long, long summer holidays have started.
The kids and I are kicking off the first week of summer
By going to a surf camp in Peniche, Portugal,
And learning something new: surfing.
I’ve got Our World ready to go up next week
(Hope there are no problems!)
I won’t be around for about ten days or so
So won’t be commenting on your blogs.
Catch you later!
Spring is all about
The glowing sun of flowers,
Where crocus petals
Drink in the rays
To reveal silhouettes
Of their secrets.
I love the way the petals and shadows
Create mosaics like stained glass windows, don’t you?
For more beauty, please visit: Our World.
The evening sun
Shone like honey in the cherry blossom tree,
Creating dancing light
Behind paper-thin pink petals.
Buds burst open
To drink in that spring treacle
On the edge of light.
Even this shot where I didn’t focus properly
Has a lovely abstract quality about it:
The essence of spring light.
(Photos straight out of the camera.)
For more honeyed views, please visit: Our World.
One of the things I love most about photography
Is trying to capture the light.
It’s much easier to do
When you visit a magnificent cathedral
Like Notre Dame in Paris.
You don’t have to be religious
To have your breath taken away by the interior
And the simple yet beautiful ceiling.
I love the way the stained glass windows
Create rainbows of light on an old wall in the cathedral.
The play of shadow makes the sculptures
Look like real people.
Back outside again, I’m surprised by a shadow
Of what appears to be an alien.
I have to look twice to see
That it’s the shadow of an eagle!
For more light-filled shots, please visit: Our World.
I had planned to take my big camera into Stockholm to photograph the sakura, or Japanese cherry blossoms,
But the hail and rain meant that the camera stayed dry at home. (All these photos were taken with my iPhone.)
I decided to revel in the pink beauty of the blossoms anyway,
And I’m glad I did.
The blossoms on the north side
Remained curled up in bud
While the flowers were blossoming on the south side,
Looking so fragile and pretty against the rain.
My spirits soared at the sight
Of a dreamy pink canopy weaved
Of dreams and petals.
“In the cherry blossom’s shade,
There is no such thing as a stranger.” — Issa
For more beauty – pink or otherwise – please visit: Our World.
A couple of weeks ago, we had a lovely snowfall
And I got to enjoy berries wearing a Santa hat.
The dried seed pods
Glowed like lace in the sunlight
And delicate diamonds
Glittered on slender stems.
Even the snowballs on the frozen lake
Looked like pearls.
But my favourite sight – as always –
Are snowflakes of joy.
For more elegance, please visit: Our World.
It’s been a fairly mild winter again.
But back in December, we enjoyed a week or so of wonderland!
I found some lamps ready to light the way
And a little brown cabin
Enjoying the view of the frozen lake.
This magnificent tree
Looked lovely in its winter dress of hoar frost —
As did Ruby!
But my favourite sight has to be
This hidden red cottage
Nestled in a bed of frosted branches.
For more frosted views, please visit: Our World.