Cheri at the Daily Post says,
A door is an everyday thing, yet is often a symbol — of a beginning, a journey forward or inward, a mark of one’s home, or even a step into the unknown.
I love photographing doors and I fell for this decaying beauty at St Ives last weekend, I must have known I’d need it!
”I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.”
― Elizabeth Taylor
Show us your muse, says Brie Anne Demkiw. What subject keeps me coming back? Devon of course, it’s the most wonderful place in England and I’m very lucky to live here. I’ve posted many times about the coast, the estuary and the river, and a little about my city. If I think of a muse, what springs to mind is Dartmoor, that expanse of wilderness that I love. Here are a few images from the moor, I hope you find them inspiring too.
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Roy G Biv wants a rainbow, way up high, so do I!
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.
Here’s my gallery.
Chibuzor in red
The Green Circle
And a song I’ve always loved
If you would like to post or sing a rainbow, join in here at the Daily Post.
I walked past a neighbours house on my way home just now and she was tending her front garden. I said ‘Hi how are you?’ and before I had chance to comment on the glorious poppies I’ve been admiring for the last week, she said ‘Would you like some of these seed heads when they’re ready?’ Did I pounce? You bet I did!
So with a bit of luck this time next year I’ll have my own.
Imagine when I saw that the photo challenge this week is vivid, it was made for these flowers don’t you think?
If anyone knows what variety these are, my neighbour and I would both love to know please.
There can be few things worse than having a fire in your home. Knowing, maybe watching while your possessions go up in flames, your lifetimes collections of treasures, unique things that only have meaning to you or your family. Realising months after that you lost your favourite book, the dress you wore when you were three, perhaps photos of your first day at school.
A few weeks ago I heard that there had been a fire in a house I often walk past. No one was hurt but there can be no doubt that things were lost that cannot be replaced.
Charred but still with hope
your once beautiful home
my heart hurts for you
I hope you’re not alone
Buildings can be repaired
clothes and furniture replaced
but what of your treasures
there must be more than a few
books, favourite toys, comfy shoes
your Christmas card list
spare spectacles, granny’s ornament
a little boys first tooth
that fell out when he was six
just a memory now
my heart hurts for you
home broken I hope soon fixed
This weeks photo challenge is broken.
I’m really looking forward to summer evenings when I can go straight from work, to the coast for a stroll, a Pimms and a little supper. By then dark evenings like I’ve captured below will be a total blur in my mind. Meanwhile I hope these meet the challenge !
If you click the link you can join the weekly photo challenge of Blur.
The finest film of liquid, suspended in and encapsulating the air. That’s ephemeral to me.
“One thing I love about taking photos is that it forces me to be present — to consider and appreciate now, before now evaporates and becomes then.” Says Krista at the Daily Post for this weeks photo challenge. Click any photo for a bigger view.
What do you find ephemeral? maybe sculptures in sand or ice, perhaps pavement art? You can join in or see other interpretations if you click the link.