Yesterday’s photo was a single daisy: one of the first flowers many of us learn to love, and one that tends to be associated with natural simplicity.
Today’s picture – also from my mother’s garden – is a rather more complex scenario, but one that appears to be laden with budding possibilities:
They forecast sunshine for today, so I was slightly surprised to wake in the night and hear rain prickling against the window. Later, when I got up it was absolutely pouring down.
It cleared up, though, and by the time I was ready to go out it was bright and sunny, and well worth taking my camera along.
Continue reading “overlooked”
Today is Easter Sunday and big stores are closed.
Continue reading “seasonal”
Some people say that God is in the details. Others say it’s the Devil. Whichever it is, and whatever kind of writer you are, details matter.
Continue reading “sheep droppings and other details”
Nowadays, most people seem to overlook Good Friday, but I thought it was an excuse to leave my desk for a while.
It’s been a glorious sunny day, but I didn’t take my camera when I went out, so rather than my usual habit of seeing things through a lens darkly, I actually looked directly at all the yellow flowers of spring: the daffodils peeking over garden walls, the primroses nestling in the uncut grass, the brighter yellow of celandines and, perhaps brightest of all, the shaggy-maned dandelions.
This lovely camellia stood out as such a different colour that I was tempted to try and capture it on my phone.
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