In The Pink

Forest In Reflection

Fingers skipped through octaves in tandem creating aural composite form a voice to convey her sombre inflection a cry from a vessel bewildered by storm

Mountain Lake Cadair Idris

The Green Man

Within A Perfect Moment Within a perfect moment I hold your image dear Awash in floral glory tracing scent across the air Your upturned face aglow; favoured by the sun A glimpse of instinct holstered from a wild thing born to run Within this perfect moment I hold your image dear Once privileged to witness, now grieved that you’re not here

Sunkist Man

Wild is the Wind - David Bowie Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do Let me fly away with you For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind, wild is the wind Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness Let the wind blow through your heart For wild is the wind, wild is the wind You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life begins You're spring to me, all things to me Don't you know, you're life itself! Like the leaf clings to the tree, Oh, my darling, cling to me For we're like creatures of the wind, wild is the wind Wild is the wind You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life begins You're spring to me, all things to me Don't you know, you're life itself! Like the leaf clings to the tree, Oh, my darling, cling to me For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind Wild is the wind Wild is the wind Wild is the wind Wild is the wind... David Bowie Happy V...

Blog A place to air expression, a platform to articulate, a vent for my frustration, a means to abate, an arbiter of conflict, a scale to quantify, a conduit for vision, a witness to my time, a passion and obsession, a course that lets me be, a donor to creation a blog signifying me.

Longing to Fly Like a bird I reach for thermals beyond my current flight to give me lift, to ease this struggle, to offer respite I flex muscle and extend my wing span feeling for the pressure that will take me onward to a place of peace where I may leisure Down here at this level we learn to buffer the daily storm reactive in our growth for this combat is our norm and yet to withstand this tempest indefinitely will surely be my down fall, will surely ruin me

Our House With dawns emergence morning penetrates Through every portal in your shell that shields and dominates The early light kindles an inner glow Accentuating arms encircling us in brick and stone Throughout the suns trajectory you boast A view port framing season from the aspect favoured most Through century your foundations endure A feature prominent in scape, weathered and matured Now within your frame we reside Free to feel and be and dream, our safe place where we hide And when all eyes close upon the world We treasure this your shelter, snug in your stature furled

A Village at Play.

Image Credit - Anna Cattermole Pheonix Trading

Offshoremore

Alnus glutinosa

In My Garden Today Amongst the garden litter blackbird hides. Searching for the remnant seed, by chance left behind. Stealthy in motion, sometimes quick to flee, yet when departing tail feathers flare defiantly. Song of warning is heard far and wide; hops between emergent bulb, I see blackbird hide. Starling siblings land formatively. Squabble over seed and nut, strung within the plum tree. Devouring all they strive to satiate, a hunger born of life lived at the fastest pace. Brave in flight with acrobatic skill; starling always first to try, starling strong of will. Across the garden frontier sparrows skim. Quiet and unassuming, they often venture in. Combined or unaccompanied, they’ll be; buoyant on a fragile perch, under canopy. Congregating in the hedge close by; sparrow chat escorts the day, as it eases by. Rare in its appearance thrush arrives, quick to investigate all of the blackbirds hides. And similarly cautious strains to sense, a predatory resonance within the garden fence...