Saturday 29 September 2012

Found Alphabet. Number 3. The Letter H

Here is a magnificent capital H, photographed at the stable yard this morning. It's formed from the dried mud that has fallen out of the deep pattern on the sole of a wellington boot.

I often see little mud grids and shapes like this, but never before a letter. Fantastic.

Thursday 27 September 2012

Moomin Clouds


I have just rediscovered the Moomin family, reading Finn Family Moomintroll. They are beautifully written stories, full of gentle humour and real warmth. These clouds look very like magical Moomin clouds, but I couldn't work out how to reach up and catch one, so I could clamber onto it, sit down  and float away.

Saturday 22 September 2012

Written in the Sand


Here's my haiku, written at Ferryside.


tide turns -
each day swept clean,
the sand remembers

 I love writing in the sand for lots of reasons, not least because when the tide comes in, the writing is swept away and the poem is gone.

I also like photographing writing in the sand, as it's not possible to stand tall enough to make a clear image.


My words flowed out into the sea.

Wednesday 19 September 2012

Found Alphabet. Number Two. The letter T

Here is a very beautiful letter T, the second letter I have discovered for my Found Alphabet.
The first letter, A, I posted on 20.3.12.
This Found Alphabet project is going to take some time!

This letter discovered on the beach at Ferryside, West Wales.

Monday 17 September 2012

Hi Tech in the Golden Valley






What a fantastic phonebox. Its battered and delapidated exterior with rust, flaking paint and glass pane missing make it an unlikely place to be able to e-mail, text, or phone.

It has a certain grandeur.

Thursday 13 September 2012

Autumn haiku


                                                 The pears are ripe now -
                                                 Each curve recalling blossom,
                                                 Summer sunshine, rain


Thursday 6 September 2012

All is Safely Gathered In - Harvest Time




Now the wheat has been harvested, I can ride in the stubble fields.

The sun is shining and Thomas and I are alone in a gold and green field.








My favourite pictures are those with Thomas's head in the foreground, as I capture the view we can both see.

The view from a horse's back is the best in the world.

Monday 3 September 2012

Brunnhilde and the Perfect Pony




Here is Brunnhilde, surrounded by adverts from the Horse and Hound magazine. Everyone looking for a horse has a clear  and possibly unrealistic idea of what they want, but a horse not afraid of fire?

I think the horse threw her off into the flames, and then galloped away to find a more sensible owner.