Wild Camomile

I remember wild camomile growing around here, I don’t remember its sheer profusion.

It reminded me of Mary Wesley’s “Camomile Lawn”. Who else loves the cosiness of her characters reappearing from novel to novel?

Poppy, Poppy, Burning Bright?

In the past few days it’s struck me how strongly red or scarlet flowers stand out. Even on gloomy days, or whizzing by in a blur – where other colours lose their definition, red almost seems to burn even more fiercely.

Good Fences?

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.

– Robert Frost
  Mending Wall 


This week’s challenge was a good cue to look up,…

…OK, really up,…

…look down…

…and look really carefully.


Exuberance is beauty.

William Blake

Blue Skies

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on.

Irving Berlin 

Just around the Corner

Yesterday was the first hot day this year. Summer seems to be just around the corner.

The Soft Shadows

If you wander aimlessly around,
Taking your time,
Looking nowhere in particular,
You may not find anything
Out of the ordinary.

Just looking at the green grass,
The fallen leaves,
And the soft shadows,
You may find peace.

Unfocus Your Mind

Unfocus your eyes,
look at a natural pattern,
let go.

Monet Unleashed?

Rocks whizzing by

Seen out of focus, Monet seems to have quite a new style.

Rocks standing still

Grown Together

Close harmony

Close Together

Symphony in Yellow

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Modern Art? A bicycle stand?

I never really figured out what this was…

Sunny Days

The sun shines and warms and lights us
and we have no curiosity
to know why this is so;
but we ask the reason of all evil,
of pain, and hunger,
and mosquitoes
and silly people.

Ralph Waldo Emerson


Frank Lloyd Wright

In the right light,
at the right time,
everything is extraordinary.

Aaron Rose


Where's the birdie?


Homeward bound.


Manifest plainness,
Embrace simplicity,
Reduce selfishness,
Have few desires.

– Lao-tzu

 Chinese philosopher (604 BC – 531 BC)


Gerald did a double take. He hadn’t imagined it! I can see you, he said accusingly. The tiny red figure on the screen looked sheepish. -You were keeping the document from loading? -Shh! it hissed urgently. -You want to upset me? -No, that’s rubbish, it said. -But then why? I mean the other side I’d understand, computers are the devil’s work…

You’ve got it all wrong. We’re working together on this. And mostly it works: when do you take your eyes off your screen? When do you speak to actual people, who are really there? It’s when this happens.


Caught red-handed making off with the spoils!

Inspired by this week’s photo challenge: Unusual. I’d already done my unusual photo a few weeks back, so I wrote a story instead.


Not a retiring personality!
What you don’t see in the photo.

Another contrasting Bertie.

We looked at some of the other photos, and this one wins hands down. Bertie is still sniggering. We also enjoyed  the archtrees, watersky,  and blooms.


Bertie fuzzy.
Smoked something? Or is it mushrooms?

Bertie’s feeling a bit fuzzy today. Maybe he’s looked at too many pics from the photo challenge. This week’s subject is “distorted”:

Distorted sky
Distorted sky
Under the bean.
A dizzying sight.

If you ever want to shoot in Chicago: try the reflections.