‘I Am a Cameraman’ is the title of a twentieth century poem by Douglas Dunn.
Friends With Feathers
A photo diary…
Gazebo
This room Safe Without walls
Snowdrops
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Rambling on…
Words ramble less widely than thoughts, especially so when thoughts flow in pictures. But they ramble much further than even the wornest of worn hiking boots – before they settle, sometimes restlessly and uneasily, in notebooks and blogs – like this one and countless others.
Maintenance of this garden, on this day, 140 years ago…
An anniversary – of sorts… And as clear as mud:
