Category Archives: Walking

Freedom

A walk on the Common just across from our home.

Calling for freedom, asserting freedom, fighting for freedom. Yet, when endless possibility unfolds, the inevitable retreat into false shelters and fear of the very thing we call for, assert and fight for.

Smiling Daffodils

Do Daffodils smile? Poets say they do. Walking on the sidewalk yesterday I came across these. I stopped and watched them rocking to and fro in the wind. I detected an expression of glee in their yellow faces, and then I saw it – they were smiling.

A Spring Stroll

We went for a walk this morning around Leybourne lakes. It was a beautiful Spring day with new growth all around us. The air was filled with the smell of blossoms and the sweet sound of birdsong. Swans, like the puffs of cloud drifting across the sky, glided through the water, effortless and timeless. This path we walked along was particularly inviting. Such an invigorating morning.

Entanglement

” Like dried up and hard pathways in a human brain, no longer in use, but carrying within them distant memories of Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn.”

I took this shot on the same walk I described in the previous post.

They lay where they Fell

We hiked through a beautiful woodland on Sunday. It was cold and muddy, but immensely enjoyable. Coming to the end of the walk, darkness and mystery slowly descended on the woodland and I wondered how many eyes were focussed on us. I loved this little scene. I just had to capture it.

Dawn

Early morning walk under Kent skies. The beauty is breathtaking and I feel my spirit soaring.

Autumn 2

When Autumn wraps itself around you. I took a walk around West Malling village while waiting for my vehicle to be serviced. I came across this lovely little scene. I suppose I’m guilty of what some may say a chocolate box mentality when it comes to this image, but what the hell, I thought it was great.

Imitation

I walked this morning, and I stopped, and I looked, and I smiled and offered time to each thing. For one brief moment, I saw beyond all imitation.

Barley Fields

These pylons may look a little out place in the fields of Kent, but the longer I’ve been aware of them the more they’ve become part of the landscape.