He – Red Capped Robin

I don’t know why my husband and I felt compelled to stop at the old cemetery on that fateful blustery day.  Maybe it was our shared sense of impending doom.  Maybe we were tempting fate.  We certainly didn’t go there to take photos.  So maybe it was intuition, a guiding hand.  The power of the robin.  He.  Red-capped robin. Read more

The Changing Seasons – July 2019

July — Winter.  Fade to red.

I am the first to admit that July almost always represents the winter of my soul (not discontent; that would be going too far).  At this time of year my mind tends to dwell on the negative and by some unconscious impulse, I dress in mourning.  This year my existential July crisis has been exacerbated by some serious hypoglycemia incidents that I have suffered, leaving me wondering each night whether this will be the time I don’t wake up in the morning.  So I often don’t go to bed.  That’s tiring and ineffective.  My little dog also requires a full-time carer.  (That’s another story.  Also tiring).

You know that feeling when you are so tired that you think it wouldn’t be so bad if you died but, at the same time, you want to cling on to dear life because your family, friends and animals need you?  It is a conundrum.  (My apologies, ladies and gentlemen, this is turning out rather more solemn than I expected.  Also, Martha Kennedy has written a blog like this recently.  Bear with me.)  By some other unconscious impulse, I seek sanctuary outdoors.  Made glorious by the sun and wind.  (Sorry.  I couldn’t resist).  What did I learn? Read more

Dream Lover

When I first started blogging, I realised I had to take some photos to accompany my words.  Now, after nearly two years of blogging (how is that possible?), I search for words to accompany my photos.  This blogging business has also re-ignited my True Love’s passion for his own photography.  He hasn’t been this happy in a long time.  Maybe we will find what we are looking for someday. Read more