This week’s Photo Challenge is “Express Yourself”. While I was in Edinburgh with friends , we were entertained by a couple of street musicians , one on bagpipes and one on the drums. It was an unusual but thoroughly enjoyable musical experience. And they were both “expressing themselves” through music 😀
Cee’s Weekly Fun Foto Challenge has come up with another great challenge.
Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels, Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles, Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings, These are a few of my favourite things.
Well, I don’t have many food photos, so ponies and moonlight it is!!
These Exmoor ponies are one of the oldest breeds of wild pony in the UK. It is an endangered breed, but I am lucky enough to see them almost daily. Not “cream coloured” but very special.
And no geese, but a lovely full moon 🙂
The Weekly Challenge is Serenity. For me, there is nothing more serene than an english garden in Summer, a gentle breeze, the sounds of bees and the aroma of lavender. So this picture really sums up Serenity for me.
We are going to throw ourselves into this week’s challenge from Cee and her Fun Foto challenge! The challenge is to interpret the chorus of ” You are my Sunshine”, which goes something like this:
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey you’ll never know dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, you make me happy
When skies are grey
You’ll never know , deer, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away
Clicking on the photos will give you a better view of the individual pictures 🙂
Todays Weekly Photo Challenge is “shadowed”. As the Daily Post says: Find the shadow!
I quite like to take photos of rust and decay, and this one seemed a bit different because of the strong shadows.
I love Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week. Its a photograph inspired by the first verse of the song “My favourite Things” from the Sound Of Music
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, Bright copper kettles, and warm woollen mittens, Brown paper packages tied up with strings, These are a few of my favourite things.
Well… My photo is not EXACTLY a kitten, but I am sure she was once, and she is very beautiful!
Ascends some ruin’s haunted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.
Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,
As if this phantom, full of pain,
Were by the crumbling walls concealed,
And at the windows seen again.
Until at last, serene and proud
In all the splendor of her light,
She walks the terraces of cloud,
Supreme as Empress of the Night.
I look, but recognize no more
Objects familiar to my view;
The very pathway to my door
Is an enchanted avenue.
All things are changed. One mass of shade,
The elm-trees drop their curtains down;
By palace, park, and colonnade
I walk as in a foreign town.
The very ground beneath my feet
Is clothed with a diviner air;
While marble paves the silent street
And glimmers in the empty square.
Illusion! Underneath there lies
The common life of every day;
Only the spirit glorifies
With its own tints the sober gray.
In vain we look, in vain uplift
Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind;
We see but what we have the gift
Of seeing; what we bring we find.