This weeks Photo Challenge at the Daily Post is Endurance, I’ve chosen this photo because whenever I see these dainty little daisies I’m amazed at how they manage to grow and thrive against all odds. Here they are, in scorching sun, with no soil and any water that falls quickly evaporating in the heat.
But they still endure.
Join in with Krista’s challenge at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/endurance/
Some of you sweeties thought my wordless Wednesday photo was a bridge! It would be a very pretty bridge but no, it’s the swings beside the beach at Exmouth. Only Melanie knew because she grew up nearby as well!
It is believed that Dartmoor was almost completely covered in forest thousands of years ago, but it was gradually chopped down and used by the people living there at that time. Nowadays there are evergreen plantations and just a few natural woods remain, Wistmans Wood for one. It is a small, remote wood, just eight acres at a height of 1300 feet above sea leve,l with mostly oak trees, stunted by the poor soil and altitude. The surrounding area is open moorland, grazed by sheep, cattle and ponies. Without the clitter, fallen from the tors further up the hillside, the grazing animals would have put paid to Wistmans long ago. As it is, the clitter makes it impossible for them to gain foothold there.
Wistmans is one of many Dartmoor sites that is shrouded in myth and legend. Its name derives from Saxon wissen, to know, so Wissman’s or Wistman’s Wood, means wisemans wood and refers to the Druids and their sacred grove. You may indeed encounter the ghosts of druids past, if you dare to visit in the dark of the night. Far worse might be an encounter with the devil and his pack of fearful wisht hounds, Wistmans may be where he keeps them.
Rumour has it that adders lurk between every boulder, ready to strike if you dare clamber over, to find a path through the wood. What’s more likely to happen is that you will slip on damp moss and break an ankle, or worse, between these ancient granite rocks.
So brave traveller is you visit, listen for baying hounds, keep your eyes out for serpents, be careful what you turn your back on, and most of all if there’s a red flag flying stay away – the military have a firing area nearby and you don’t want to get shot!
Watch out for adders
The wood on a bright day
Ferns, moss and lichen
Beware the Serpent
Gnarled and twisted
Wizened and moss covered oak
Scarce hoarier seems the ancient Wood
Whose shivered trunks of age declare
What scath of tempests they have stood
In the rock’s crevice rooted there;
Yet still young foliage, fresh and fair,
Springs forth each mossy bough to dress,
And bid e’en Dartmoor’s valleys share
Sophie Dixon -1829.
Third Eye Mom is a writer and blogger from Minnesota and this is what she has to say for this weeks photo challenge.
The more I see the world, the more I realize that although people are different, we’re very much the same. We speak different languages, have different cultures, religions, values, and physical traits, yet we all share common hopes and dreams of love, family, and survival.
She’s posted some stunning portraits of people she’s met on her travels. Here are a few of mine, not portraits as such, just people being people in their world.
Can you show humanity as you see it? It would be great if you joined in,
Phew, after a week of Tanka it’s good to spend a minute or two being lazy with Haiku!
birds with real passion for life