Category: Photography

Sunday musings – yellow and orange

These last two weeks have been hectic. Many deadlines at work and weekend travel with the kids. I didn’t have time to have my precious ‘me time’ and to join the writing/poetry challenges, that I love, here.

Another snowstorm was on the way for the weekend, so I went grocery shopping on Friday evening and I found these gorgeous tulips, yellow and orange, at the grocery store. Of course, I had to get them.

I still have my Valentine’s roses, yellow ones, drying out. I dried red roses many years ago, they turned out great and are decorating my living room. These yellow ones are also drying beautifully. Not all the roses dry the way I like, so it’s great when they do and I can preserve them.

Today the clocks went ahead one hour. I’m taking this morning slowly, not hurrying to catch up with the lost hour.

I made pancakes for breakfast to enjoy with a strong black coffee. I got my orange mug last weekend while travelling to the USA middle-west. I drove all the way from Canada, a long drive, however pleasant, I love a road trip.

Yellow and orange are calling for me. I need to search for their meanings, I know yellow is happiness, and warm, but not sure about orange.

Wishing a wonderful day to you!

Haibun – a smear of jam

First sprouts for this year!

A smear of jam on my white shirt, the school uniform I always complained about.

Now, after many years, better to say, many decades, I miss that time. I miss the lightness portrayed in my memories when the worries were the exams and friendships.

The breakfast and lunch were always ready before and after school, as well as delicious snacks to take with me. Peanut butter and jam were savoured in hurry between laughs and books.

The smear of jam on my white shirt was inevitable. 

No worries, the shirt would be washed as soon as I got home. 

sprouting memory
a forgotten smear of jam
shift in the season

Joining Tanka Tuesday – Synonyms only – Change & Grow and have chosen shift and sprouting for the Haiku

Joining Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge – a smear of jam – the text only (99 words)

spring party

on my way yesterday – a rainy day

in that one moment 
when snow turns into rain
the trees smile
Nature gets ready for the Spring party
flowers, birds songs, lots of sunshine
i feel lightness in the air

after the harsh winter
rain feeds the soil and the roots
Earth fragrance is wonderful
the sun wakes up earlier and goes to sleep later
bicycles and skates are everywhere
garden preparations must start
flowers and vegetable beds

it’s time for renewing
both soul and body
in that one moment
when snow turns into rain
thank you, Nature, for the opportunity
to start over and enjoy your gifts

Joining Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge – a love letter to nature

Joining Reena’s Xploration Challenge – in that one moment

Tanka Tuesday – Random words

selfish on her grace
she's capricious each moment
a trap for the eyes

Tanka Tuesday this week invites us to play with words. I love to write found poetry, and this is similar. She gave us a list of words to pick three or more and write a poem. I’ve chosen: selfish, capricious and trap. These beautiful yellow flowers are in a pot on my desk, I’m enchanted by their beauty, so this poem is for them. The words are below, why don’t you give it a try?

watercolour

I’ve rediscovered the joy of adding watercolour to my pages. The only downside is that it takes a long time to dry, so I can’t write on the pages as soon as I paint them. The solution is to prep them in advance. Today I prepared a few pages for the weekdays, it’s always a joy to see how the pages turn out after drying.

Because watercolor actually moves on the paper,

it is the most active of all mediums, almost a performance art.

Nita Engle

love

in my garden

Saturday morning! I had a busy week and only now I’m catching up with this week’s writing challenges. 

listen to me
in a world without gods
cherish love 
because it transcends matter, time and space 
it keeps us going, it fills us with optimism 
it’s the ultimate resource for survival 
in a forgotten world
as a breeze carrying seed to a distant land
love spreads infinite hope
when the spell is broken
look up at the stars
memories of scattered love
will spring from the universe
and fill up your soul
you will keep that moment 
forever ever 
and find the goddess inside your pure being
waiting to be pleased 
a constellation of joy will guide you

I hope you enjoyed my poem and have a great weekend,

E.

expansion

Hello and Happy New Year!

My word for 2023 is expansion, in the sense of claiming space for myself. My colour for this year is blue, immense as the sky and the oceans. What do I want? Not sure, but I want to breathe and be free.

Today, I saw the prompt for the story challenge in 99-words on the Carrot Ranch blog – Sabbatical. I was wondering how it would feel to have a sabbatical from me, the person I’m now.

Here it is in 99-words:

Sabbatical from me

One year not being me. Who would I be? A person carrying the weight of the past, or new thoughts would populate my mind. No attachment to society, no deadlines, of course, no blogging or Instagram. Total freedom of being. A cabin on a small island; a beach or a mountain; a fireplace and white lace curtains dancing with the soft breeze. No watch, no time, just flowing as the sun and the moon. Lots of journals and books. A garden with fresh vegetables and fruits. A cat as a companion, a golden one, to brighten up the cabin.   

Wishing a wonderful new year to you!

E.

if you see red, click

One of the rules I’ve learnt in a photography class is “if you see read, click”! I applied this rule a few days back during a walk on a trail close to my house. I had my Nikon camera with me and I wandered around looking for red. The day was cloudy and dry, but I was lucky enough to find ‘red’ on my way.

This week is the last work week before the holidays. I’m looking forward to a white Christmas, but not sure if it will happen, we had some snow, but it has melted already. The forecast says snow is on the way and it will stay for a long time.

 “I want a red to be sonorous, to sound like a bell.

If it doesn’t turn out that way, I add more reds and other colors until I get it.”

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

With or without snow it is pretty around here.

Enjoy your week!