This morning the sky is grey. Drizzle and low cloud are holding onto the fumes from the cars and I am longing for the scent of evergreens and incense. Alt text says this week’s photo is a stuffed animal on a tree. I say it is sock monkey. He was a ‘makey-makey gift’ that IContinue reading “SOCK MONKEY”
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MY SOUL AS A METAL SPINNING TOP
This morning herring gulls sound in the distance, and the sky is clouded. The air is gently cold, not biting, and carries a hint of woodiness. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women standing together smiling. I like that description. And I love this photo and that I was able to say helloContinue reading “MY SOUL AS A METAL SPINNING TOP”
ON HAVING AN UNSTABLE CONNECTION
This morning a chorus of herring gulls and a crescent moon in a pale blue sky. And the air is simply cold. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is a stuffed animal in the air. I say it is Ronnie jumping for joy at Weedon Bec. Although this is an older photo, we wereContinue reading “ON HAVING AN UNSTABLE CONNECTION”
THE WATER TOWER
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”
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”
Sue Finch 