Reportage from a habitual camera pointer and wanderer. Will occasionally add words; which like the photos are lacking in focus.
A funereal sky
Makes a monochrome shroud
Mourning
A broken tree
Those reaching fingers
Aching
For the clothing of leaves
That will nolonger come
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Pablo Neruda,
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people....... People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
Ernest Hemingway,
A Moveable Feast
Focus hard
On the beauty
Of now.
Be intrigued
By our distant horizons
No matter
How blurred they may seem
👌And really tiny too. Apparently they're some sort of early flowering Iris.
I'm loving the #FlowerReport series..... the intensity of cour is stunning.
Mine are a few weeks away yet. 🙏
Yes they do!😁 Like decorated porcelain.
I love this time of year..... each day noticing nature slowly awakening.
Every song
is the remains
of love.
Every light
the remains
of time.
A knot
of time.
And every sigh
the remains
of a cry.
- Every Song
Federico García Lorca
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
#Burns24
#Cranachan- of sorts 🤔
In times of storm
Seek comfort
In the sanctuary
And the stillness
Of a quay
Even though
It's for adventure
We were born
Under skies of jet and ink
Cobbled streets are glistening
Lit by a thousand faery lights
And the stardust of a Friday night