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Monthly Archives: March 2019
Photos taken in Tyrrel’s Wood. near Long Stratton, Norfolk
Tyrrel’s Wood has been a managed woodland since at least 1251, though the present extent has later plantation additions. Here I’m walking along the ancient wood-bank … and thus I claim it for the #2019picoftheweek challenge title: ( just) Into … Continue reading
My grandma lived over the track One up, one down, in a house painted black A stile over the fence to the well out back Oxlip meadow, goats and a wood stack If I crossed the lines I’d get a … Continue reading
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN Here’s how it works: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: An answering photo A … Continue reading
Don’t you knock upon my door, I find you utterly scurrilous And don’t you deign to speak to me, you who are discourteous A pathetic poet-singer, to think yourself a second Orpheus No romantic poet, you, but a caricature hilarious … Continue reading
The pixie lit upon my bed and whispered softly near my head ‘If come with me this moonlit night I’ll show a wonder to delight.’ Then up I got and followed true, through woods, o’er moor, across the blue, to … Continue reading
My chosen title here is obvious. Something has given this fungus and accompanying herbage a thorough dusting. My guess is it’s fungus spores.
Mark my confesion: It wasn’t intentional, it was quite accidental, my attention down rather than up. in my need to exclude the non-consenting general public I lopped off the cross at the top. Though neither round nor square, I claim … Continue reading
The way is steep, the day is hot A foot-weary slog to reach the top I check my watch, what do I see? Oh. it’s 12 o’clock! Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19