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Grisaille #midnighthaiku

Storm clouds darkening Illumination pierces Remembering hope * Painted in grisaille Monochrome watercolours Capture the moment

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Haven – Iain Kelly #writephoto

I shall never forget the sound that first time. We sat cramped together in the dark shelter at the end of the garden, with only a flickering gas lamp providing a dull orange glow. Rufus, only a pup, huddled on … Continue reading

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Fading #writephoto – Hayley R. Hardman

The storm was fading and the sky looked peaceful once more. Casey had her doubts though. This suddenly burst of autumn weather wasn’t to be trusted. She pressed her head against the wall and looked through the collection of rain … Continue reading

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portents, the storm is coming #Writephoto – Bob Fairfield

Looking to the East the world waits expectantly in preparation dark clouds extinguish the light borne by the dancing dragon Source: portents, the storm is coming #Write photo

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Eye of the Storm #writephoto from Ken at rivrvlogr

Eye of the Storm Given the right perspective, vision will find a point of reference. Offshore may mean out of sight. It does not mean out of mind. Landfall has no regard for shore. Equal opportunity. Continue reading: Eye of … Continue reading

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Monsoon #midnighthaiku

Biblical deluge Forty days and forty nights Great British summer Thunder booms, lightning scores the iron sky. Rain falls in silver rods, drowning the drainage and making rivers of roads. Within minutes, brakes cease to function and every puddle is … Continue reading

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#writephoto – Darcy’s Shack from Morpeth Road.

There wasn’t much left of Darcy’s old fishing shack after the storm. The shack had sat on the edge of the beachhead for as long as I could remember and Darcy was just a name my father told me about. … Continue reading

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