... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Thursday, November 24, 2016
3BT, 24th November 2016 ... no, there were 4 !
A red kite,
about to perch on top of a big old oak, angles a forked tail precisely, this
way then that, whilst it’s wings just seem to flow with the wind, like washing
on a line.
A buzzard,
surveying a corner of a hedged-in field, spreads out it’s tail feathers and
wings to their maximum width to turn a quick and perfectly drawn circle of less
than one wingspan.
A kestrel
hovers on the wind, holding a steady position, the long tail held dead straight
whilst the wings do the business.
On a top broken branch of a dead and blackened tree beside the silvery River Mole, the silent silhouette of a motionless cormorant.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)