When I was out walking the other day, I came across this lovely angle, where the Grand Union Canal crosses the railway track.
Initially, I thought of Frost’s “two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, but that wasn’t quite right, as there were no steps down to the train line so I had to keep following the towpath, whether I wanted to or not.
Continue reading “let me count the ways”
I’ve never been much of a one for parties and events, so don’t usually have to worry about juggling a diary full of Christmas lunches and business gatherings, and coping with burning the candle at both ends, with breakfast meetings following hard on the (high) heels of fancy meals and late night drinks.
This year, though, the holiday season celebrations seem to have started early and for some reason I am more involved than ever before.
Continue reading “senseless”
The photo above, taken late last week, shows autumn at its sunniest: all ginger and bright, the sort of day that tempts you to scuff through piles of rustling russet leaves, even if you’re wearing smart work shoes.
The tree in the next picture, with its red leaves flaming against the clear sky, reminded me of the burning bush.
Continue reading “unreliable narrators”
Just that: “hazy thoughts” and not many words to go with them.
(If you want some more words, I suggest you go back and read a much earlier post – from February 2011 – also with the title hazy thoughts, where I ponder the concepts of mist, fog and heat haze, and how both weather and the words we use for it have personal connotations.)
Sound of raindrops;
leaves
patter from the sky
don't confuse the narrator 