'Fresh' is this week's Photo Challenge at WordPress and here are a few daffodils (from our front garden) which always put me in mind of Spring, season of fresh, new beginnings. I'm not feeling all that 'new' myself, after a busy few weeks at home and work. However, things I am looking forward to include:… Continue reading Not feeling all that ‘fresh’.
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A small poppy
This week's photo challenge is to take a minimalist photo and this shot of my daughter holding a tiny image of a poppy reminded me of some of the WWI poetry I read with members of my read aloud, reading groups this week. A particular favourite was 'In Flanders Fields' by John McCrae. One woman liked the mention… Continue reading A small poppy
In the wee small hours, someone’s working
In January this year, I took a photo from my kitchen window every day and posted it on Instagram. The photos I took at night, or very early in the morning, before it turned light, are the most interesting I think. (The ones taken during the day mostly involve wheelie bins on our patio...). In the photo below,… Continue reading In the wee small hours, someone’s working
The enduring appeal of a fountain pen.
It used to be dark green but, sadly, the green eventually peeled away (actually, I peeled it away, in moments of absent-mindedness). There have been times when I thought it missing forever, and I celebrated as heartily as the shepherd finding his lost sheep when it was found: in the dungeon that lies in the depths of our… Continue reading The enduring appeal of a fountain pen.
My Dad showed me how to be human
This week's photo challenge, 'Humanity', is a chance to tell you about my Dad, Basil Patrick Dominic Corcoran (1923 - 1992), who showed me how to be a human, who left school at 14 to be a butcher's delivery boy, who fell off the too-big delivery bike, who mixed up the paper-wrapped meat parcels, who delivered the wrong… Continue reading My Dad showed me how to be human