Friday, January 25, 2013 at 8:53 PM
The snow is deep and crunchy as meringue. Greenery skulks beneath. Silhouetted against the blanket of white are dainty stalks and tiny seed heads, their delicacy usually lost against a busy, colourful earth. Now they’re thrown into relief, the star turns in this monochrome landscape.
Monday, January 21, 2013 at 3:03 PM
There’s a challenge passing its way around Instagram at the moment: five shots in five days on a given subject. I was tagged by @photoeng and the subject she gave me was hills. The picture above was the first I came up with. Big hill, little people!
The second showed the nature of the hills round here – gently rolling with moorland on top and fields below, divided by dry stone walls.
The third picture was a fun representation of August, when the flowering heather and tall spikes of rosebay willowherb clothe the hills in pinky purple.
Picture number four explained that our gentle hills belie just how high up we actually are. So high that often – particularly at this time of year – the clouds and earth kiss. And when they do it’s pretty breathtaking.
The final picture was the view from our window yesterday – hills lying under a respectable covering of snow – before vast amounts more fell overnight!
Saturday, January 12, 2013 at 9:56 AM
Happy Saturday!
Here’s to a weekend of noticing the small stuff….the tiny treasures along the way.
Thursday, January 10, 2013 at 10:27 PM
I’m hibernating. After three-and-a-half gruelling years of building work, the house and I are breathing a massive sigh of relief. An ongoing exhalation. A settling. Readjusting. Finding our still centre once more.
For me that translates as taking time to doze, to read, to play the piano, to stand high on a rock and watch the clouds sleep on the valley floor. Sunk in a January slumber of their own.
Thursday, January 3, 2013 at 8:18 PM
I read that the popular media got it wrong. All their widespread reporting of the Mayan forecast predicting the end of the world last month…..not quite correct.
What the Mayan calendar actually prophesied (apparently) was that 2012 would mark the end of an era. And that 2013 would usher in a golden new age.
Which makes me glad to be alive right here, right now. Teetering tiptoed on the edge of that shiny future. Excited to watch it unfold. Awed to be a part of it.
