In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Serene. There is no such thing as serenity. There’s always a sense of threat looming in the quiet, a calm before the storm. Sunsets are particularly scary this way. Advertisements
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. I repeat to myself this D. H. Lawrence quote often. Several times a day, whenever a new sky falls. And skies don’t fall in a good way. Which reminds me of my grandmother, who had a peculiar saying. She probably didn’t invent it, but
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Transformation.
In response to Cardinal’s Changing Seasons challenge. I thought I’d never go out in November. And I didn’t go out. I rode a bike. That was my third attempt at the bike after fifteen years. It went poorly, and I don’t get farther than two kilometres. Then I collapse, catching for breath and fending off
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Peek.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow.
I went to the nature. I was half-awed and half-terrified. Because ticks, midges, bugs, myxomatosis and rabbits, rabies and foxes, wolves, boars and whatnot. Now I’m going to get undressed and spend a nice evening—checking for ticks.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale.