Let me tell you the story of summer —
Of long, hot evenings and herons skimming the sky.
It’s a story of dogs and a lake
And the sighting of beavers swimming in the pink-tinged water.
It’s the story of sharing a beautiful sunset
With a stranger, who had driven all the way to my small part of the world,
From Russia with his family.
And now it’s a story I share with you.
For more shareable moments, please go to: Our World.
Gearing up for the last three days of work,
And then surfing in Spain.
(I won’t be around to comment on your blogs – but wish you all a lovely couple of weeks!)
This photo was taken in Ericeira, Portugal, last summer.
The Our World meme will be up and running as usual.
Life is busy with deadlines, work
And enjoying the beauty of summer,
So I won’t be able to visit your blogs this week.
Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly….
For more summer beauty, please visit: Skywatch.
There’s nothing better
Than strolling along the beach
And drinking in the heady beauty
Of a fierce orange sunset,
While the pink balloon of the disappearing sun
Turns waves into silk.
All photos taken while on holiday in Baleal, Portugal, this summer.
For more orange surprises, please visit: Skywatch.
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.
Summer sun –
For more sun bursts, please visit: Skywatch.
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!
July was a time of long, long summer nights,
And strawberry swirls in the sky.
Pink gave way to
Ruby red —
As the sun sank into the lake
With a sizzling hot splash.
For more gorgeous skies, please visit: Skywatch.
My ‘baby sis’ and I ended up on Brighton Pier one evening
While I was in England.
After a wonderful time with the kids at the amusement park,
We caught a spectacular sunset over the old West Pier.
As we headed back to the car with the lights twinkling,
My daughter burst out, “I wish we could make photos with our eyes.”
Her Aunty Kata (my sister) had a brilliant reply:
“We can. They are called memories.”
(I’m away at a summer cottage here in Sweden until the weekend, so may not be able to visit you. But I do APPRECIATE all your comments!)
For more memories, please visit: Skywatch.
When golden insects
Dance in the air,
And the setting sun
And a bucket on the jetty
Into objects of beauty,
Then the best thing to do
Is lean back
And try to catch the magic
With your wand (or fishing rod).
For more glitter, please visit: Skywatch.