Winter in the Wye Valley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wye Valley, December

 

 

November

So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.

 John Clare, November


 

 

 

 

 

Caged?

 

It’s true, I can’t make you love me. But I can refuse to let you out of your cage.

Jarod Kintz

Dartmoor Pony

 

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

Emily Dickinson

The Bishop's Cat

Women and cats will do as they please and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Robert A Heinlein


This gorgeous cat lives at the Bishop's Palace in Wells, Somerset.





 

 

 

 

Travelling

The only journey is the one within
Rainer Maria Rilke


 

Childhood

 

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me.
Isaac Newton

Water's Edge

 

 I hope you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes.
Anon

Clouds

“We pledge to fight 'blue-sky thinking wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day.”
― Gavin Pretor-Pinney, The Cloudspotter's Guide

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ferryside

“Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.” 
L M Montgomery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leaves

I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.


Jarod Kintz


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swans

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift upon the water,
mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away.

from The Wild Swans at Coole
William Butler Yeats


 

 

 

 

 

Stone

The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself.

Bertrand Russell


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Devon Sunset

 

The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.

Olivia Howard Dunbar
The Shell of Sense