This morning I stand under three aeroplane contrails to breathe the freshness of the air. The birds are singing the verses that come after dawn chorus, and somewhere far above me there are astronauts in darkness of the moon. Alt text says this week’s photo is a bottle of pills and a red envelope. IContinue reading “BADGER POEMS, METAL SPOONS, AND GENTLE NODS”
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A TRIP TO LONDON TOWN
This morning the air brings me the notes of new carpet off gassing in a Premier Inn and mixes in essence of chilled seaside town air. A soundtrack of traffic plays like urban waves in the background. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a book in front of a bookcase. IContinue reading “A TRIP TO LONDON TOWN”
A DAFFODILESQUE DALEK, THE FIRST MOW, AND THE MUSE
This morning the air mingles the scent of warm Premier Inn and fresh grass into a cloudy mix. Alt text says this week’s photo is a yellow flower in the grass. I say it is my shadow featuring a midforehead daffodil. I also say I was rather hoping to create a daffodilesque dalek photo. IContinue reading “A DAFFODILESQUE DALEK, THE FIRST MOW, AND THE MUSE”
STUNT GIRL
This morning the air is delightfully fresh. I sense spring and I feel the contrast of what I breathe this morning with the city air I breathed at the weekend. It is wonderfully refreshing to stand still in the new day. Alt text says this week’s photo shows a person smiling holding a book. ItContinue reading “STUNT GIRL”
THIS MORNING, WOOD PIGEONS
This morning, wood pigeons are sounding their calls and I remember them heralding in the sunny days of my youth. The air carries definite hints of spring, and I call the scent raw floral as I am transported back to my time of harvesting daffodil bulbs. Last night’s mist has cleared and the day isContinue reading “THIS MORNING, WOOD PIGEONS”
BREATHING THE SCENTED AIR
This morning a chorus from herring gulls welcomed in the morning, and the wind is swirling and mixing the scents of flowers and green. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a drink and a plate of food. I say it is me enjoying a sit down in a café at ChesterContinue reading “BREATHING THE SCENTED AIR”
I SEE BLUE SKY
This morning the air holds the scent of green and unfurling. The birds are well awake when I step outside and are singing to each other of a new day to be in, seemingly unbothered by the wind. Alt text says this week’s photo is a tree with no leaves. I say it is blueContinue reading “I SEE BLUE SKY”
NO KISS ME QUICK HAT
This morning the air is cold and brings the scent of bark. The birds are singing to welcome in the day, and one short daffodil holds its trumpet proudly aloft on the front lawn. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women smiling for a selfie and indeed it is. It is Kath andContinue reading “NO KISS ME QUICK HAT”
UNDER A BLANKET
This morning the air is simply cold. I am unable to detect anything other than cold and fresh. The fresh feels revitalising. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person with a scarf behind her face. I say are you sure you want me to try to decipher that description. I also say itContinue reading “UNDER A BLANKET”
SNOW MOON AND GRATITUDE
This morning the air carries the smell of grass, and a thread of geese sound in the sky. Alt text says this week’s photo is a heart shaped object on the ground. I say it is ‘Lovely’, a photograph I took of a discarded elastic band found in the gutter near the end of myContinue reading “SNOW MOON AND GRATITUDE”
Sue Finch 