Category: Favourites
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The Heron Thinks
Oh no… he’s spotted me. Just act nice and casual… take it nice and slowly… I’ll nonchalantly wander around here, and pretend I haven’t seen him… Ooh, who’s that over there? Sigh. How did he make it here before me? Ah well, best grin and bear it I suppose. I can always fly away if…
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Smiles to all! Weekend once more!
Up early. Out early. Supplies bought. Art supplies, that is. And I have no idea what I’m going to do with them… just went on a pick and mix rampage and bought anything that jumped out at me! I have two tiny tiny segmented containers, two sparkly glass candle holders, a two-handled vase, some feathers,…
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The Bluebell Selfie
I wanted to take an unusual photo of the bluebells this past weekend, so twisted myself into all sorts of peculiar angles to get ‘the’ shot. I’m a bit achy today, but never mind about that. The photo above is the one, I feel. Whilst taking the photos, I accidentally took a Selfie of myself,…
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The quote from a comment on a post post
Time and I are on opposite sides of the seesaw at present. Not only that, time is on one side of a seesaw in a totally different playground to the one I’m riding in, so sometimes we’re both bobbing upwards, other times we’re both bobbing downwards, and yet at other times we are so out…
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Memories
Like clouds they appear, gently at times, urgently at others, jolting us from our daydream existence. Thoughts of yesteryear, yesterday, this morning… what ifs and what could bes… whys and hows… remember thems and remember whens. Teardrops fill laughter lines, hearts beat sometimes faster, sometimes heavier. Answers are gleamed. Questions raised. Blanks are filled, names…
The Mansionic Perspective 