One problem with trying to find illustrations for some of the pieces I post here is that I’m between cameras and the phone isn’t as adaptable as I’d like it to be, so the photos – particularly the ones that should be close ups – are fairly hit and miss.
These wonderfully clam-like toadstools would probably have made a better photo to go with the smallest room in all the world:
Continue reading “images: both photographic and poetic”
After rain, sunshine:
tomorrow, there will be
mushrooms for breakfast
A gust of wind tears
yellow birds and russet butterflies
from autumn trees
or, possibly:
A gust of wind
tears all the yellow birds
and russet butterflies of autumn
from their treetop perches
Continue reading “widdershins around the reservoir”
After the storm,
the river drops to reveal
new mudbanks;
slowly, the mountains
are coming to us.
(No, there are no mudbanks visible in the photo, which is actually the point at which my local river is dammed to form a reservoir. But hopefully it brightens the page a bit.)
don't confuse the narrator 