This morning a blackbird sounds an incessant alarm call after I have hit the snooze button twice. I take this as a sign to get up and see the day. The air smells of bare branches and the crows are conversing from chimney pots. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person jumping offContinue reading “THE WATER TOWER”
Author Archives: Sue Finch
LIFTED
This morning, the cool air brings the smell of hash browns as the traffic builds its familiar rush. Alt text offers no suggestion for this week’s photo. I say it is my sister, me and my mum in the lift after coffee and before a little shopping spree. I love this moment in time fromContinue reading “LIFTED”
POET, COACH. COACH, POET.
This morning a swirling wind makes an incense of its own as it mixes the soft dry scent of wood smoke with the damper smell of fallen leaves. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a picture of two women smiling. I say it is me having a post-gig photo with Wendy James, and feelingContinue reading “POET, COACH. COACH, POET.”
A CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH SPRINKLES
Today rain and mist hold the scent of damp fallen leaves in the air. Alt text says this week’s photo is a chocolate cake with sprinkles on the top. It is indeed. And to add to this description I would also say it is a birthday cake for my lovely wife. For this bake, IContinue reading “A CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH SPRINKLES”
FOCUSING
This morning the air brings the smell of old carboard boxes, and I do not set off the alarm call of a blackbird. Alt text says this week’s photo is a close up of a person’s face. It is. And it is mine, and I have enjoyed reviewing some photos this week. I always feelContinue reading “FOCUSING”
PLAY
This morning the air is mild and is scented with floral notes. Alt text suggests this week’s photo is of a person wearing a yellow circle with leaves and acorns on. I can’t really add much to that apart from the fact it is me celebrating the Autumn Wreath that Kath’s Mum made in aContinue reading “PLAY”
MANDALAS AND THE JOY OF THINKING
This week the air feels slightly colder than a week ago. The air carries a gentle scent which is reminiscent of the smell of the plastic ice box in the freezer. It reminds me how much I enjoy inhaling the scent of ice-cream freezers in the supermarket, and also that I haven’t done that forContinue reading “MANDALAS AND THE JOY OF THINKING”
WATCHING THE JOKER ALONE
This morning the air is cold. I stand underneath two contrails and breathe deeply. I want to sense the scent of the day, but the chill seems to have made it faint. It carries a mix of silage and leaves and I decide to call it Autumn Green. Alt text says this week’s photo isContinue reading “WATCHING THE JOKER ALONE”
DREAMING MORE
This morning the wind is wild and whips up the smell of grass under a half-moon and a star. I recall the scent of dry stone dust from our mountain climb and the fact that although we heard an owl hoot as we started out on the trek I did not notice a dawn chorus.Continue reading “DREAMING MORE”
SNOWDON
This morning the air brings the gentle cool of herbed Autumn and a tinge of car fumes. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie. I say it is me and my sister fresh faced and ready just before our midnight walk up Snowdon. I also say we looked fresh facedContinue reading “SNOWDON”
Sue Finch 