Landscape photography is the slowest kind I do, and for that reason it's calming. I find diagonal lines in landscapes almost essential to lead the eye inward and give energy to the composition. I like people in my landscapes (when passers by luckily appear). They provide scale and they anchor a composition, like garden sculptures do. Light and color are always important, especially good light which is hard to define, but I know it when I see it.
You are allowed to do stuff just because you want to.
Even if it uses up all your spoons/matches.
Even if it leaves your exhausted and broken the next day.
Even if you need to let other stuff slide a bit while you recover.
You are allowed to have fun, to go out, to take a day once in a while and do what you want with it.
(I needed to hear this today, so I figured other folks might too.)
Ring Billed Gulls' memories of winter. . . .
Goldcrest is the smallest bird species in Finland (maybe also of Europe). Surviving a nordic winter exclusively on insects and spiders is an astonishing deed. For this fluff ball the worst was behind :)
I want it to be a framework that others can pick up and take and plant everywhere else as well. I just happen to live here in Lincoln. I want to create something that can spread easily and rapidly. TRULY collective (again see: "open source") permaculture action is my main goal. To get the laws changed in order to create Eco-villages and ways of living in concert and harmony with each other and nature. 🦉
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wish I could set up a hummingbird stream-cam thing, but it would mess with my husband's work VPN and my birds can get pretty loud. our internet's too slow.
every afternoon about this time, the hummingbirds are showing off and it's really therapeutic to relax and watch them try to kill each other. there are three of them that visit daily now. so damn cute.
Unfortunately, the #NationalTrust don't have any of their info on the website. 😒
1) box of wee #cacti
2) tulips and hyacinths
3) view from the potting shed
With some photos of trees I had taken over several years I recently tooted Joyce Wilmer's, Trees, a sentimental poem written by that soldier who died by a sniper's bullet in 1918. A follower said he was grateful for it, so thinking he'd like more I found a link to some of the best from other WW1 poets: http://www.theweek.co.uk/arts-life/59798/twelve-great-first-world-war-poems. This #veteran hopes they may fortify hearts in training for peacemaking.
95% of my Twitter feed is @EmojiTetra@twitter.com and I’m into it.
Killed by a sniper's bullet in WW1 poet Joyce Kilmer remembered trees beyond the trenches:
I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
against the sweet earth’s flowing breast; a tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; upon whose bosom snow has lain; who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.