A favourite drive. A place to breathe. Ric fell in the night again. He has been falling almost weekly since the New Year. Usually just scrapes and bruises but this time he broke two ribs. This doesn’t bode well going forward. I come to the river to catch my breath. For Weekend Sky
“A rustle nearby startles me, until I realize it is only a tiny House sparrow foraging about. Two more land nearby and so as not to disturb their scavenger hunt, I stand still and observe them. I’ve always thought of sparrows as unremarkable, and yet watching these little heads bobbing, I can’t help but notice […]
I follow roads, looping along the river’s banks. Back roads leading to special places frequented by my camera’s favourite subjects: birds. Which road beckons today?Shall I wander where the Yellow Legs wadeor chase the elusive Kingfisher?Every path an adventureevery sighting a gift Which road beckons today?March routes find robinsand the frisky antics of mergansers,Summer, I’ll […]
A drive along the river, or sat at her side, observing, I note that my breathing deepens, my pulse slows. Whatever noise I’ve dragged with me, quietens. Featured image is a trestle view of the river that runs through our town. Below is the late afternoon sun highlighting a focal point in a snowy field. […]
It’s week two with pneumonia and I’m wading through the constant wheeze to keep up a semblance of presence. Autumn’s sky never fails to arouse my awareness. Hope you are all keeping well. (Weekend Sky)