Sunday reflections.
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To whom does the rose belong?
I saw something strange this week. In the dewy green grass by a bench and beneath a morning moon, lay abandoned this beautiful fresh white rose, long-stemmed and in full bloom. I had been thinking a lot about grief; and lives and seasons ending. This rose lay underneath a light in the sky appointed forContinue reading “To whom does the rose belong?”
Shapes
A rainy week in London. For Debbie’s One Word Sunday. #OneWordSunday
His ways are higher than ours
Isaiah 55 For Debbie’s #sixwordsaturday
Window
Flying over Africa at dawn in March. For Debbie’s One Word Sunday. #onewordsunday
Rippled And Layered Colour And Light
I’m a watercolour artist and I’ve been studying this photo I took of the setting sunlight bouncing off the clear ocean. The reflections and ripples are mesmerising. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday. #sixwordsaturday
Orange
There are a few trees that I can see outside my window. This is the tallest one. It’s a conifer and its topmost branch is fairly bendy and reaches upward, meaning a large bird would struggle to perch on it. But a small bird can. Can you see it? I love how it is theContinue reading “Orange”
Exploding With Joy On The Beach
For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday Sunset on the beach in summer Where the world shimmers in love Fiery light bounces off puddly footprints Ripply waves whisper generous, abundant peace Joy springs from sandy, bare feet And youth is eternal and free #SixWordSaturday
Come closer and I’ll tell you
This is a photo I took of an elephant on the Chobe River in Botswana only a few weeks ago. I love the wrinkles on the skin and the extra long eyelashes. The herd let us come very close as they stood deep in the river and munched on fresh wet grass. They are enormousContinue reading “Come closer and I’ll tell you”
Rain
Splattering and spluttering, Shoes stammering and stuttering, A delicate drip on the window pane, A deluge for the runner on the muddy lane. Dirt sucks like a monster, Wakened from its slumber, Pulling at each pink stride Plastering its print on purple hide. Both warm and cold, Feeling young and old, Both watered and thirsty,Continue reading “Rain”