depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
I HEARD the old, old men say,‘Everything alters,And one by one we drop away.’They had hands like claws, and their kneesWere twisted like the old thorn-treesBy the waters.I heard the old, old men say,‘All that’s beautiful drifts awayLike the waters.’ The Old Men Admiring… Continue Reading “Like the waters”
Going walkabout on the first day of Spring, down to our local duck pond and mill dam. Intermittent sunshine, cool temperatures and the weeping willow at its best, I think, before it comes fully into leaf. [shot on my iPhone 6 so not the… Continue Reading “Isolation #3”
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