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A Sort of Journal: July 2008
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A Sort of Journal. And this is of interest to me how? Except on the subjects of religion and food, the opinions stated here are not necessarily those of the Author. The Author reserves the right to vary his opinions to suit the purposes of narrative, humour or just because he can). All photographs have been taken by the Author. Sunday, July 13, 2008. Trick of the Light. What do you see? And my point is, I can hear you chanting in exasperation, assuming you've got this far? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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A Sort of Journal: A Change in the Weather
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A Sort of Journal. And this is of interest to me how? Except on the subjects of religion and food, the opinions stated here are not necessarily those of the Author. The Author reserves the right to vary his opinions to suit the purposes of narrative, humour or just because he can). All photographs have been taken by the Author. Sunday, February 13, 2011. A Change in the Weather. What a difference a few hours and a few hundred miles makes. Now which do I prefer? If you will follow mine, I will follow yours.
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A Sort of Journal: The Call of the Highlands
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A Sort of Journal. And this is of interest to me how? Except on the subjects of religion and food, the opinions stated here are not necessarily those of the Author. The Author reserves the right to vary his opinions to suit the purposes of narrative, humour or just because he can). All photographs have been taken by the Author. Tuesday, February 15, 2011. The Call of the Highlands. The pipes are calling. Point the car north and drive till the rain stings and the midges bite. It's been far too long. The o...
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A Sort of Journal: June 2009
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A Sort of Journal. And this is of interest to me how? Except on the subjects of religion and food, the opinions stated here are not necessarily those of the Author. The Author reserves the right to vary his opinions to suit the purposes of narrative, humour or just because he can). All photographs have been taken by the Author. Monday, June 15, 2009. Friday, June 12, 2009. Caught in a Tune. Peter and I ventured south today atop the tortured tarmacadam of the M5, Britain's premier route for caravans and c...
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A Sort of Journal: February 2011
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A Sort of Journal. And this is of interest to me how? Except on the subjects of religion and food, the opinions stated here are not necessarily those of the Author. The Author reserves the right to vary his opinions to suit the purposes of narrative, humour or just because he can). All photographs have been taken by the Author. Tuesday, February 15, 2011. The Call of the Highlands. The pipes are calling. Point the car north and drive till the rain stings and the midges bite. It's been far too long.
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A Sort of Journal: October 2008
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A Sort of Journal. And this is of interest to me how? Except on the subjects of religion and food, the opinions stated here are not necessarily those of the Author. The Author reserves the right to vary his opinions to suit the purposes of narrative, humour or just because he can). All photographs have been taken by the Author. Friday, October 03, 2008. See I've just opened a bag of crisps (chips to you, Pauline). Do I need them? And whatever it is, would it work in sprouts? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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A Sort of Journal: May 2009
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A Sort of Journal. And this is of interest to me how? Except on the subjects of religion and food, the opinions stated here are not necessarily those of the Author. The Author reserves the right to vary his opinions to suit the purposes of narrative, humour or just because he can). All photographs have been taken by the Author. Saturday, May 30, 2009. Words Lost on the M11. Anyway, I'm digressing from my digression. The word 'inkling' is usually taken to have come from a 13th century original spelt '...
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Writing Down the Words: May 2015
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Writing Down the Words. Monday, May 25, 2015. In the woods stood a bridge,. Ten wooden slats and a railing,. Stretching over a dancing stream. I stood and watched. While the music played,. A timpani of water over rocks,. Water over rocks,. Until I felt the beat in my hands,. In my feet, in my chest—. Until the rocks themselves. Took the shape of music,. A bass note from a boulder,. A tenor made of stone,. A cappella water droplets. Singing arias as they fell. In the glinting flash of sunlight,. As if it ...
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Writing Down the Words: November 2014
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Writing Down the Words. Sunday, November 30, 2014. A Colorful Sunday Write. A cheerful bit of winter green. This Sunday's writing prompt: color. I once had my colors done and was told my palette was definitely pastel. No violent colors for me, red least of all. I like red mixed with yellow, though, and when you mix it with blue I love the vast array of available purples. Http:/ www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com). The gray green of unripe olives, the color complemented the yellow in my hair a...
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Writing Down the Words: December 2014
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Writing Down the Words. Monday, December 15, 2014. Http:/ www.birdforum.net. The reason I’m looking out the window. Is because dawn brings hungry birds to the feeder,. Whole flocks of rosy finches,. A pair of ruby cardinals,. Sky colored jays and red capped flickers,. An upside down nuthatch in its gray-blue cape,. Chickadees with their black caps. Pulled down around their ears. And this morning, ten days before Christmas,. A gift – an albino finch, white as the grounded snow,. White as a feathered angel,.
