I really can’t believe that this is the last challenge in Photo101. Its been such an excellent way of meeting new bloggers, improving my photo skills and has certainly made me think very hard about some of the topics.
This is the final challenge ” Triumph”. I was completely stuck until Rob asked if there was a particular plant in the garden which was rare or hard to grow. This photo is of a plant called a “Molland Lily”. Many of the remote hedgerows within the parish contain isolated clumps of Lilium Pyrenaicum which is native to the Pyrenees Mountains. The plant is thought by some to have been introduced by members of a religious community, possibly when local monks brought back seeds from Spain in medieval times. This year I managed to grow just the one plant and here it is .
Rare wild lily from the Pyrenees, found naturalised in remote parts of Devon
You can’t live on Exmoor without seeing sheep everywhere. Here are a pair of twins, double trouble for their mum, but she looks calm enough !
Hardy Exmoor sheep
Lots of agricultural machinery and metals round where I live. I liked the look of this, lots of edges and patterns
This was taken at Greenway which is a National Trust property in Devon. Greenway was once the home of the famous mystery writer, Agatha Christie. I would love to think she sat here and was inspired by the view through the window.
The house of Agatha Christie
I think this white Bulgarian rose is the most perfect flower , a real treasure
Taken in Varna, Bulgaria
Through the intricacies of life
Is woven some strife
Unlike the fallen
Whom came as they deemed their calling
To fight a war to end all wars
Remembrance of the dead
100 years since their bodies were shred
A lesson have we learnt?
Never! Still we send soldiers to be burnt.
In a war to end all wars.
Poets spoke, of horrors seen
Of dead eyes that no longer gleam.
Through mud and dirt that boil
Soldiers of boys toil.
We send to a war to end all wars.
Politicians only smile
As broken bodies trudge another mile
Open shell hole graves
Shell shocked minds, vent words through mouths that rave,
about a war to end all wars.
Tolkien, Jones, Sassoon and Graves
Scribe moments of death, men in graves
Save a few that return
Write but we do not learn
And engage in a war to end all wars.
This a “thumbstick”. A country walking stick made from a natural fork in a straight stick. Normally made from Hazel. I am lucky enough to live in a village where these sticks are made by local craftsmen. It was leaning up against my front wall when I noticed the angular shape it made with its shadow.
Locally made by Bob Cockram
This photo is for the Weekly Photo Challenge, which is “Angular”