Last night the moon was full and it was Hunter’s Moon. This morning the air feels cold and fresh. It brings the essence of marzipan. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding yarn, and when I change it to square it becomes a person with blue hair and glasses. It is bothContinue reading “SHADES OF GREEN AND POETRY”
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A PELICAN IS DANCING ON THE PATIO
This morning it is dark when I go outside. First light is slowly approaching, and when I inhale it brings cold air into in my nostrils which carries the tints of greenery. Alt text says this week’s photo is a lined paper with gold writing on it. It is, and it reads ‘A Pelican onContinue reading “A PELICAN IS DANCING ON THE PATIO”
A PEDESTRIAN WALK AND A ‘P’
This morning the air brings me the smell of trees. It could be fallen leaves or sycamore scent. There is drizzle in the air. Alt text says this week’s photo is a piece of wood on the ground. I say it is a photo which makes a nice addition to my #ElasticBandPhotos collection, and thatContinue reading “A PEDESTRIAN WALK AND A ‘P’”
CATERPILLAR OR SHOELACE
This morning the air brings a rather disconcerting scent of fish, a pale blue and pink sunrise shades the sky and a bird I cannot name sounds in the distance. Alt text says this week’s photo is a close up of a caterpillar. I say it is two photos side by side, one showing aContinue reading “CATERPILLAR OR SHOELACE”
GLANCES, GLIMPSES AND OBSERVATIONS
This morning the air brings me the tint of caramel. The soft pudding kind. I look around for any clues for where this might be coming from, but my early morning eyes do not determine anything in particular that could account for such a scent. The day is opening quietly, and it brings with itContinue reading “GLANCES, GLIMPSES AND OBSERVATIONS”
MARGARINE TUBS OF MARBLES AND ERASERS
This morning the air brings a sense of cleanliness and has no particular scent that I can determine. A gentle chatter of birds sounds from the aerials and chimney pots. I get the sense the day started a while ago for them. Alt text says this week’s photo is a glass jar with a blueContinue reading “MARGARINE TUBS OF MARBLES AND ERASERS”
JUST START AND KEEP GOING
This morning the air is fresh after the rain, the sky is blurred grey and the magpies are sounding their rattles in the trees. I think I can smell horse chestnut leaves; I call it autumnal. My mind is on the changing of seasons and the passing of time. Alt text says this week’s photoContinue reading “JUST START AND KEEP GOING”
LOOKING FOR A SIGN
This morning the ground is damp, and the birds are singing unhurried songs. The air is fresh and floral; a light mixture of flowers and grass. Alt text says this week’s photo is a stuffed animal in the air, and indeed it is. It is a blurred Ronnie jumping for joy by a bridge inContinue reading “LOOKING FOR A SIGN”
IT’S TIN, IT’S POTTERY, IT’S PEARL
This morning the warm air brings the scent of coffee underscored by rich dark chocolate. I stand still to linger in the moment and breathe deeply. Alt text says this week’s photo is of a stuffed animal in a bush of yellow flowers. I say it is Ronnie ‘pre-cataracts’ ignoring the fact that there areContinue reading “IT’S TIN, IT’S POTTERY, IT’S PEARL”
HUMANNESS
This morning the ground has been dampened by rain for the first time in ages and the air is all roses and rosemary. Alt text says this week’s image is a colourful background with words. I say it is a page from a carousel created by Maxine Bell for The Association of Business Poets. IContinue reading “HUMANNESS”
