strawberry fields

The strawberries are gone, the pickers are nowhere to be seen and the poly-tunnels are all but dismantled. 

 

 

 

flat zen

The homework this week for the Photography Group I'm part of is 'flat-lay'. As its name suggests this genre is devoted to taking overhead pictures of objects laid on a flat surface.

Rather than trying to fit in too many objects I opt for a zen simplicity, complemented by a white background. 

flattened

Another week, another walk with our son, Ben. This time we met a lovely lady called Kyrie and her gorgeous Flat-Coated Retriever, Lucy. It's not often our own 'flattie' gets to meet his own kind so he made the most of it!

 

hooray for lost and found

 hooray for Santa Claus

and 

all the discarded 

memories

in the hand-cart to

hereafter

hooray for the easter bunny

and 

the little red book 

doing the deal

in

fire and fury

futility

hooray for Superman 

and
Friedrich Nietzsche

and

JFK's

Dealey Plaza

exit wound

drawing the line

beneath

Marilyn's swirling skirt

hooray to all our dreams

and

dancing round open fire

rave-time

dance-hall

dementia

dubbed up

dread

hooray to freak out

vanishing point

and that one last final hit

as

we

reach

the

wall

 

 

 

 

lost and found - the sack of potatoes

Hidden away in the darkest recesses of the garage. Forgotten, neglected. And yet something stirs within.

The first etiolated stem reaches out, hungry for light. And another, and another. They grow in silence, draining the wrinkled skin once firm and smooth. The aging mother is all but spent now. Her form disappears beneath the writhing mass as the stems climb ever higher.

a walk in the park