Things have been a bit experimental recently. The spiral jumper has been frogged pretty much back to the start as the increases were still too fast. I’d got to the arm hole level and there was just too much fabric leaving me with puffy sleeves or ripples across the back and front. So it’s now…… Continue reading On the Hook, 17/10/20
Just because I usually take macro shots, it doesn’t mean I can’t do landscapes … I just do them on a small scale! Photos can have foreground and background interest like this one… A tiny caterpillar munching on leaf giving foreground interest and in the background we have ‘rolling hills’ of reddish gold due to…… Continue reading Tiny Landscapes
This is my rather scrappy first attempt at a time lapse video. There are several problems with it … it’s too dark, there’s not a lot of action, and I didn’t do it for long enough … but … it’s something I’ve never done before and I’m learning, so I’m quite pleased it actually worked…… Continue reading Time Lapse First Attempt
observing a distant bright star imagining something so far in the tar black of the sky meteor shower and comet the emptiness of the dark split and night lit up as they fly This is an attempt at an Cywydd Llosgyrnog, which is a form of Welsh poetry, inspired by Bruce watching Stargazing Live.…… Continue reading night sky (a Cywydd Llosgyrnog)
from the riven sky lashing rain floods down we frown, stare through window pane as dark clouds descend again though dry inside the house we yearn for sun undone, round the house we turn photos taken as we learn This is an attempt at an Englyn Penfyr, which is a form of Welsh poetry.
bubbling in a poetry feast inspirational baker’s yeast extravagant purchase has greased my cogs stopped the clogs; words released This is an attempt at a Byr a Thoddaid, which is a form of Welsh poetry.
hidden from sight this time of year often is shed a secret tear behind closed doors it trickles down escaping with a worried frown expectations of this season can bring pressure beyond reason as perfect presents must be bought and rising panic must be fought it cannot be a perfect day so let’s see it…… Continue reading secret tear (a Cyhydedd Fer)
now you are here there is no fear, you are so near I can reach you there is much mess but there’s no stress, I worry less when I’m with you you are my light all through the night, there on my right I can feel you soft on your hand my fingers land, you…… Continue reading here (a rhupunt)
forsaken by the sun’s warm light the frosty crust is formed at night ice seeps cold and stark in the creeping dark makes its mark out of sight This is an attempt at a clogyrnach, which is a form of Welsh poetry. I figured it’s about time I learned about the poetry of my adopted country,…… Continue reading frost (a clogyrnach)
I never knew that cooking was sexy or that the simplest of things like your head on my chest would feel so right I am swollen with tenderness and learning new things every moment as you teach me about love