outside

the mystical pull of the outside tugs against the rational arguments of cold and wet and windswept so wrapped up in coat and gloves I stroll camera poised searching for mother nature’s spring treasures of golden blooms hidden in shady hedgerows in between the brambles and when the hailstorm begins I tuck the camera away…… Continue reading outside

teasels

spiking skywards at lane’s edge golden teasels bring a rush of warmest love with the memory of other teasels far away high up Ham Hill as we walked hands-held in autumn sun and early bloom of this sweet love