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’”
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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”
FINDING THE BREEZE
This morning the birds are offering a range of gentle sounds and the air brings the scent of clover and warmed beach stones. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie, and indeed it is. It is Kath and I settling into our seats aboard The Waverley Paddle Steamer. I thinkContinue reading “FINDING THE BREEZE”
FORTY-TWO BLUE MOONS
This morning the air brings the rustle of rain soon and the vague scent of vanilla biscuits. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a book in front of a bookshelf. Indeed it is, and that person is me and the book that I have temporarily removed from its space on theContinue reading “FORTY-TWO BLUE MOONS”
FINDING THE SHAPE OF THE GARDEN
This morning the air is warm. It carries a hay-like scent and is tinged with floral notes. Alt text says this week’s photo is a close up of flowers. It is indeed and it is a photo taken this very morning as the rose blooms begin to open for the day. The Bank Holiday WeekendContinue reading “FINDING THE SHAPE OF THE GARDEN”
THAT’S NOT MINE, MINE’S CRISPY…
This morning the wind is moving things in gentle swirls and beckoning in the drizzle; it brings the scent of rosemary and grass as the birds chatter unseen in the hedges. Alt text says this week’s photo is a selfie of two people. I say it is me and my sister walking under a stormContinue reading “THAT’S NOT MINE, MINE’S CRISPY…”
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”
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.”
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”
NEW SHOES
This morning the air smells cleansed and grassy. Alt text says this week’s photo is pairs of shoes on the floor. I say it is a set of insoles that have gone in the bin beside a pair of new ones that have been inserted into my old walking shoes. Late August was always theContinue reading “NEW SHOES”
