Tag Archives: Photography

Brooding Splendour: A Journey Through Mull and Iona ~ Jan Malique

Posted on September 14, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Strange Goings-On in the Shed: It comes to pass that the Traveller sails to distant islands, shrouded in mist and foreboding. Sky and Sea infuse the senses with deep melancholy. The Guardians of the land stand remote, silent … Continue reading →

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Starting early…

Posted on September 10, 2019 by Sue Vincent

It is no time to be up, not when it is not necessary. Even Ani has got the general idea that just because I am up doesn’t mean it is time for her to wake these days but I love … Continue reading →

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Perplexed…

Posted on September 7, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* … Sergeant Thomas Patrick was perplexed. He was a simple man at heart, yet today, he sat at the desk in his office and the gathering gloom of perplexity festered around him. Those that had the misfortune to work … Continue reading →

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Talking to myself?

Posted on August 27, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I was going back through some old writings and as is often the way, things written long ago come to my eyes as if penned by another hand and heart. Meaning leaps from the page, revelations lurk behind each word … Continue reading →

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Mirror, mirror ~ Carol Anne #writephoto

Posted on August 25, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Through the trees The sun gleams Casting its reflection On the still water Pretty rainbows Dance and make Me and everyone who sees them Feel excited Continue reading at Therapy Bits

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Nowt ’bout owt…

Posted on August 25, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* The Master Mason watched as the Foundation Stone was lifted from its point of origin and swung out and over the construction site. * “I’d hate to have your job,” said a voice to his left. He shifted his … Continue reading →

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The edge of the precipice

Posted on August 18, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Driving home, there was one of those moments of sheer, unadulterated joy when the fields were lit with pale sunshine, the sky a clear blue and the feel of the car around me occupied my whole being. I can’t think … Continue reading →

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Riddle You Too…

Posted on August 16, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* …The Irish are particularly fond of the riddle and of the consciousness, which underpins its use. When living in the village of Saughall on the border of Chester and Wales my brother-in-law and I were frequent visitors to the … Continue reading →

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Riddle Me Ree…

Posted on August 15, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* The device of riddling is common to most traditional cultures. Maidens set riddles for their suitors: ‘What is sweeter than mead…?’ ‘What is whiter than snow…?’ ‘What is lighter than a spark…?’ * Antagonists use riddles to settle their … Continue reading →

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Oncoming, Ongoing ~ Bela Johnson

Posted on August 14, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from belas bright ideas: I don’t know how I swallowed the myth that life would ease with age, itself, the oncoming traffic of debts and obligations never slows; in fact it seems sped up as we work at carving … Continue reading →

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