At The End Of The Walk
During the day walkers would park their weary bottoms, slug from water bottles, and then continue up on their journeys. Dogs would poke inquisitive noses into the bracken whilst their…
Dot and Sam
‘Mum!’ Dot looked around and smiled at her son. His chubby face grinned back, loose hair flopped over one eye making him look like a one eyed pirate. ‘Mum! Listen…
In The Kitchen – Isabella Shores – Writer and Artist
someone’s in the kitchen. Hope they are making tea, I’m thirsty! I canhear the cups tinkling on the saucers. The whoosh of the kettle heating.Teaspoon clattering around the sugar bowl.Must…
Wilson Dam Fish Catch 1940
Wilson Dam spans the Tennessee River between Lauderdale and Colbert Counties in Northwestern Alabama. Dam construction was started in 1918 but not completed until 1924. According to Wikipedia: “In 1966,…
Mantis Mania
There I was. Sitting on the floor of the front porch taking pictures of a praying mantis perched on the railing. I set my camera down momentarily to answer a…
Crow Flying In The Fog
Description All across the houses swirled the fog. Cars driving past sounded muffled, although close by. Snow crackled beneath the feet, ice breaking, squashing grass. Birds raided nesting tables in…
The Breath of Life
Buddhist philosophy has it that the breath helps to center us in the Now. As humans, according to Buddhist thought, we tend to avoid living today, primarily because pain and…
The Art Of Obsession
When I was a young fresh faced seventeen year old country girl, starting out at my first job, as draftsperson / graphic artist, in the big city of Melbourne, Victoria,…
Stop Talking To Me When I’m Drawing
Sketching at the local country park. Couple hover around me but can’t get behind me because the bench I’m on is backing onto a bush After 30 seconds I look…
Creativity Under a Virus
Being a shut-in due to the current virus scare has a lot of people wondering if they can get back to a normal lifestyle once the Covid-19 ends. While we…
I have no mouth and I must scream
“I have no mouth but I must scream.” The injustices thrown at me. I must condemn Who? Myself? THEM? Yeah! Them!; the ones I think are. Perceptions lead me to…
# 788 – Memlettes from a Silver Tea Set
The kettle shrieked a second time signaling that afternoon “Cream Tea” was but minutes away! The preheated vintage, S. GEORGE, eight cuppa “Chatsford” teapot held her poise as she was…
Heatwave
Phantom winds sweep through baked, drought ravaged lands. The relentless furnace of the sun wounds! Shade is no refuge. No breeze flows . No evaporation cools. Dawn is the only…
Passing thoughts
It’s a beautiful evening. The torrential downpour is over and a slow gentle wind wafts scents of wet roads and fresh air perfumed by happy flowers. The stillness after the…
