Its breath I felt caress me
A breeze approached. Its breath I felt caress me. It had a song. A melody not unheard before. My hair aroused; it began to dance. I watched it
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Trying to fit in
Here are a selection of photographs taken with the iPhone of people in motion, captured in blur. Thanks for visiting the blog and leaving feedback. Have a good weekend.
For all your floral emergencies
I keep coming back to photographing flowers. I blur their form more than I used to, but I still love them. Now, I would not have flowers in vases around
iPhun
And now for the camera that never leaves me. Here are a selection of my own recent favourites taken with my iPhone. More of these can be seen on my iPhone Flickr
facing it all
I was in class yesterday. To the left of my desk through the window is this little green area with rows of young trees and paths on either side. The
The day’s eyes
Daisies. The day’s eyes opening. This little fella was growing out of a riverbank wall. Here are some other little daisies. They seem to appear a lot on my stream.
Hoods
I first met Fred on a cold, winter’s day in a second hand record store. I could not help but notice him, his inflated head bop-bopping along to the tune
How these words weigh
There is a conversation in my head. I am not sure it can be heard. I am not sure of its words. I don’t stop to listen; it’s just heard.
A week of my own
Looking back on the images I posted to flickr this week I have chosen the following ones as my favourites of the 14 I posted to both accounts. This was
Feed the habit
I have an addiction. I am a Flickr addict. It is the first site I hit each day. And I hit it a lot each day. To feed this habit