Daily Archives: September 5, 2018

Walking the Path ~ Frank J. Tassone #writephoto

Where are you leading me? The mist rolls in. The cold and rain accompanying it envelop me like a fisherman’s expertly cast net. The ascent continues. To where, I don’t know. Only that your whisper, “follow me,” drives me onward. … Continue reading

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , | 4 Comments

In This Together ~ Deborah #writephoto

He stood there watching her. Would she come to him or should he go to her? After their spat last night, he wasn’t sure that she would be forthcoming. The mist seemed to be dissipating somewhat and he began his … Continue reading

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged | 1 Comment

Mary Smith has 5 minutes on the telly

Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place: A couple of months ago when Keith Kirk and I were launching Secret Dumfries we were thrilled to be invited to be filmed on ITV’s popular programme Border Life. Of course, the programme could not … Continue reading

Posted in reblog | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Forgiving and Intimacy ~ Debbie Roth #writephoto

Reblogged from Forgiving Connects: Happy #ForgivingFridays everyone! Yay! This is a creative prompt for you to write a post on letting go and forgiving, or what happens when you do that.  You can do your post ANY DAY this week! … Continue reading

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments


Spellbound Awestruck wonder Waiting, watching, silent Feeling Nature’s savage beauty Magic Eye to eye speaking Wordless communication Perfect harmony The blessing of a moment Communion with Nature Cinquain and tanka for Colleen’s poetry 100th challenge

Posted in Birds, Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , | 58 Comments

Revisioning ~ Kerfe #writephoto

Trespassing, I sleep in the underneath, reversed, bedimmed, unlanded Continue reading at methodtwomadness

Posted in Art, photo prompt, Photography | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Success? … Stuart France

* …”When it comes to the end of life you have to have something to call your own,” Bill slipped his arm through mine. The soft twill of his well pressed jacket warmed my bare flesh. “Something you’ve come up … Continue reading

Posted in Books, Spirituality, Stuart France | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Moonrise #midnighthaiku

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , | 9 Comments