The Busker
The rhythmic movement had caught my eye, as feet tapped out a rhythm and a bow gyrated across a violins body, whilst fingers moved so fast over strings. It appeared as if the busker’s whole body was moving to…
Thinking about computers
Computers can be such a boom, using a computer has allowed me to write and to publish online what I produce, in a format which is readable. Not like my jumbled up notes which are hidden away in writing pads,…
The S’eance
My music is gone; no more can you see my fingers dancing over these ivory keys. Light the candles my Spanish Eyes. Be happy, write and be content and still allow music into your life. Tears may flow, but our flowers…
Books, coffee, and good friends
Meeting up with a friend is always a good thing to do. Particularly when that friend is happy to spend some time in Waterstones. I had to work hard to only buy one book: then again I will be calling…
Lords of the Forest
I stood resting with mother earth until the hard north wind disturbed my slumber. Wild blew the wind and hard was the rain. Tonight three giants of the realm passed away, shattered by the wind, broken asunder, driven down on to the earth. To be infiltrated, unravelled,…
Writing and Photography
I have never found photography an easy art to understand, so getting the right photo for that I want rarely happens. Intending to write a short piece about a journey made a few years back, I attempted to obtain a photo to illustrate the article.…
Ready for tomorrows travellers ?
Skipton railway sidings alongside Broughton Road, as seen on my walk today.
A good day for a walk
As a layer of snow was keeping the mud at bay, Robbie and I decide to walk home by crossing the local flood plain. I was hoping for photographic opportunities, I was to…
It’s arrived
A white blanket covers the district, now it feels like winter, time for camera action then roll on spring.