This is my interpretation of this weeks photo challenge – “gathering”
Gathering of gulls on Lake Como
and another gathering
A gathering of small girls and ducklings
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The theme of the challenge this week is ROY G.BIV. – the colours of the rainbow. red, orange. yellow. green blue indigo and violet. This photo was taken at Bickleigh Mill in Devon.
As you walk through the woodlands at the Lost Gardens of Heligan in Cornwall. You will come across the beautiful Mud Maid, fast asleep under the trees. The sculpture was made by local artists Sue Hill and her brother Pete.
She is enveloped in moss and ivy – retaining both her modesty and her mystery
Lost gardens of Heligan
This post is in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge from the Daily Post
One of my favourite National Trust properties, Knightshayes near Tiverton in Devon
Entrance to old stable block at Knightshayes in Devon
He took his camera to war
To record what he saw
Not what war was about
But what war is.
In secret he took a snap shot
Of comrades dead, a lot.
It’s not what war is about
But what war is.
I am lucky enough to live on the edge of Exmoor National Park in Devon, where Exmoor ponies still roam free. They live in harmonious family units, protective of each other, but at the same time allow us to get near enough.
There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me.
Death looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me.
The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went.
Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?
That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
Anon
Originally translated from the Arabic
In the quiet, still morning
Of calm waters and painted skies
A tall story waits to be told.
On the surface of life
Becalmed and serene
The undertow is of strife
Not living the dream.
I drift down the river
To lay anchor in muddy waters
A fool waiting for life to deliver
Or a lamb to the slaughter.
Just floating on tides
Sails curtailed
The breeze just a sigh
No canvas unfurled.
Abandoned in the mouth of the estuary
Just point against the tide
Looking to sea and ecstasy
Alone! And no-where to hide.
Barnacles hidden from sight
If exposed would give fright
No longer in youthful flight
That cannot be right.
In the quiet, still morning
Of calm waters and painted skies
A tall story waits to be told.
Repost!!!!
Despair! Neglect!
What did you expect?
Money! Taxes! Through fingers like water.
Government! Politicians! Give no quarter.
Towns! Streets! In decay
We really have no say.
Shops! Business’s! Close.
Dilapidated Buildings. So morose.
Fat bankers, laughing, and tight,
Saying ” sod you Jack, I’m alright”
Faith allows you to believe,
And is free in will and money.
Religion tells you to believe,
And you pay in fear and money.
