This is our local Georgiritt in Thomotal – horses and riders converging on the church for a blessing. Is a parade a convergence???
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Converge.”
Trees going minimal for winter!
I don’t do descent, descending or even going down a little slope such as this. Which is why the Cross country skis are in the loft, and this year, we’re going to use the snow shoes. Isn’t this more lovely than a prepared track?
But I could always make a descent through a hole in the snow!
This may look like a rather dull piccie of a house but it’s the image I used for my book, Tom. It means a lot to me because this was our first house, where we came home married, the home we brought our new babies to, where we grew and changed but had eventually to leave. It is also the house where I imagined the climax of the book. The whole book is set in this area, around Beaulieu, Hampshire in the UK. I often dream of this house when I’m worried, we are always having to leave it, as we did in real life. When I dream of this, I know I have some problem in my life I have to deal with.
This isn’t a plug for the ebook, this photo means a lot to me and I wouldn’t change my book cover for anything!
-20c – does things to light!
It’ll be here soon!
We’re enjoying an Indian summer here in the Lungau, with blue skies and lovely warmth after a long, cool and utterly damp September. Everything is dreamy and warm in the late afternoon. The whole valley at this time of the year entrances me.
This old leather apple tree has just a few golden orbs this year.
There has been a glut of plums and on the tree in the orchard I found these dreamy butterflies feasting on the windfalls.