All posts by Don

About Don

My name is Don Scrooby and I live in The United Kingdom. I feel that more than anything else, nature, and the objective things around us, convey a speech and a message we always need to listen to and follow. This kind of listening is life-giving and there is a certain form spirituality about it. In this blog, through the the photographic image and accompanying words, I’ve tried to share this experience as simply as I can. There is an underlying beauty in nature we all need to see and experience, especially in this day and age as we struggle to save our planet. Most of my shots are taken with a Fujifilm XT100 camera and my Iphone. I’m no professional Photographer, but I do enjoy outdoor walks with my simple gear trying to capture what I see and experience.

Order

The Dom Luis bridge crosses the Douro river in Porto, Portugal

Hidden in the maze of lines and angles, an underlying shape and meaning reassuringly appear.

Skill

A recent visit to Portugal. “The Tree of Jesse” – Church of St. Francis in Porto.

When fingers, mind and inspiration come together in harmony, civilizations are born.

Nurturing

The desire to nurture things burns strong. I look after these African Violets and they reciprocate with those marvellous little blooms. Every morning on entering the kitchen to make early morning coffee, they greet me with their beauty. I wish I could look as alive and perky as they do that early.

Jesse

For Jesse

Today I remember Jesse, a lovely little girl who lived next door to us. She would pop in to visit, see me sitting in the lazy boy chair, and with a twinkle in her eye, ask me for a glass of water. Knowing what was to come, I would get up to fetch it. She would then promptly jump into my chair, push herself back against the backrest, giggle and say mischievously, “Uncle Don I’m in your chair,” and we would laugh and talk. She died tragically in a motor vehicle accident and is forever enshrined in my heart.

The Great Escape

Our little dog escaped via the front door and gleefully ran through the neighbourhood, totally unaware of the dangers, with J and I and others in hot pursued. I wish I could be as free from fear as he is.

Stranded

We all, at times, get stuck in life, but to remain stuck and allow ourselfves to deteriorate, is problematic. There’s always light we can respond to no matter how distant.