Passed this lichen on my walk yesterday. ______________________________________ I’ve always been a great admirer of the poetry and writings of Mary Oliver. The other day I was going through some notes of mine and came across these words of hers – deeply touching. Sadly, she died in January 2019. “When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, […]
Took this shot on a walk along the Medway river. Loved the reflection A Word Picture: He was large, full of unbridled brawn, sporting a high and tight crew cut, a gold chain around his neck and a presence dominating the smiling faces around him. I gave the photograph back to her and looked at the shrunken figure lying in the bed. Was it really the same man? She, on […]
A Word Picture: Dry leaves and twigs crunched under his boots as he stomped his way through the bright reds and yellows of Autumn. The path had petered out and he was struggling to find a new one. He stopped, took a breath and listened for some familiar sound. What if he couldn’t find his way out of these woods? His mobile was in the car and nobody knew […]
A Word Picture: The train bursts in with a wind and a whine. Doors open, people pour out, others push in, each knowing where they’re going. No aimless wandering and vague stares on tube stations, only direction, movement and purpose. I’m caught up in the human flow going up and coming down the elevators. I catch myself joining a myriad of glances across streams of passing lives. I reach the exit. […]
