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One Hundred Roses

Posted on June 13, 2018 by crispina kemp

June. And the English hedgerows are threaded with roses.  I brought home over a hundred photos of the wild and delicate blushing dog-roses. Which one to show you? A difficult decision. I chose this one. And this one . . … Continue reading →

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The Mummy

Posted on June 10, 2018 by crispina kemp

There was a mummy, laid in a case. Perfect legs, but smashed-in face. What’s to become of him when he reaches eternity? He’ll walk around in graceless anonymity. Inspired by documentary watched way back in 2013, when this was originally … Continue reading →

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Down Below

Posted on June 9, 2018 by crispina kemp

Down below the water, beneath the bridge where once was a ford, the chalky bedrock glows. #2018picoftheweek: Looking Down The view is deceptive; the bridge is at least 10′ above the water; the water here is 4′ deep.

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Blue-petalled

Posted on June 6, 2018 by crispina kemp

This delicate blue-petalled (perennial) cornflower sparkled star-like from the hedgerow, calling to me, ‘Please take my pic’. Although a ‘garden escapee’, the Perennial Cornflower has become a naturalised wayside flower, though far from common.

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A Very Bad Egg

Posted on June 3, 2018 by crispina kemp

Humpty Dumpty, we’ve all heard of him, Sat on a wall to tipple his gin, Fell off it backward and cracked his head. Altogether a very bad egg! First posted: 2013

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Crossed Rods

Posted on June 2, 2018 by crispina kemp

While my usual photography subjects are wildflowers, landscapes and rivers, with butterflies and swans (if they present and stay put), very occasionally I happen upon something man-made (the lighthouse, the pier, the tractor previously featured here) and can’t resist it.  … Continue reading →

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Unsuited, the Suitors of Old Shore House

Posted on May 30, 2018 by crispina kemp

Sifadis Lafdi shooed her seleman away. She had no need of a sedan-chair; she was a woman, not an invalid. And the past week had been dry, and the day was fine. It was less than ten steps across the … Continue reading →

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Asaric Tales e-book Update #7

Posted on May 27, 2018 by crispina kemp

Wow! May has been such a productive month for me; so much achieved. I’m feeling quite energised. But, whoa, I leap ahead, for there is something nasty waiting to trip me … Asaric Lies: Amend, Revise, Rewrite Introduction to Kerrid’s … Continue reading →

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View from the End of the Pier

Posted on May 26, 2018 by crispina kemp

Eight of May was a mega-hot day, discouraging a ten-mile hike. A day for the beach, and the cliffs, and the pier, and sea-mists. A day for a day out at Cromer. #2018picoftheweek: From a Distance The title of the … Continue reading →

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A Plant By Any Other Name . . . .

Posted on May 23, 2018 by crispina kemp

(Would be easier to spell) Although my usual plant subjects are native to England, this Rhododendron leapt in front of the camera, the sun full upon it, begging to be pixel-captured.

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