A choir of glorious rays
Breaks over the English countryside.
And you can almost hear the angels sing.
For more bursts of joy, go to: Skywatch.
The sun always speaks to me of hope
And of better days to come.
It reminds me of the last verse of a poem
By Diana Der-Hovanessian.
When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.
Thank you for your sympathy and kind comments!
For more sunshine, please visit: Skywatch.
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.
It’s been gloomy and grey here
And I’m sad to see winter trying to say farewell.
But sometimes, all you have to do
Is look up (and hope you have your camera with you)
And appreciate the rays of light where you find them.
For more joyful beams, please visit: Skywatch.
Sometimes an ordinary evening
Can be transformed by rays
Breaking through the clouds
And a magical light
Spreading across the horizon.
I guess the same thing could be said for life.
(I’m away in England again for a wedding, so won’t be able to visit you. But thank you for visiting me!)
For more magic, please visit: Skywatch.
A rare and magnificent gift from winter:
A cathedral of light.
For more lovely presents, please visit: Skywatch.
Want to get to know me a little better? Then visit Amazing Australian Adventures, who interviewed me recently. (Remember to check out her lovely photos too if you have time!)
The skies over the past few weeks have been grey —
So I’ve been chasing down the light.
I found it framed in golden fog
Hanging over the lake;
It danced over the football field
On fairy rainbow feet.
And, there – at last –
Like a cold winter flower
It blossomed in rays of light.
For more de-light-full posts, please visit: Skywatch.
Last week, on arriving back from England,
The rain painted the sky
With a beautiful palette of blue and sunbeams.
Over the houses, a rainbow shone through
The moody sky.
I looked for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
And found YOU, dear reader. Outstanding reader!
A big thank you for supporting and reading my blog for the past four years!
To celebrate my 4th Bloggiversary, I’m giving away a fabulous T shirt designed by Sir Pe.
(You can find the design and colours on his Red Bubble site here.)
Leave me a comment, a poem or a joke and I’ll enter you in a draw to win the T shirt!
(It’s available in men and women’s sizes!)
For more pots of gold, please visit: Skywatch.
Makes itself heard
With trumpets and song.
A Hallelujah chorus to life.
For more musical skies, please visit: Skywatch.