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Sundown

Sundown

 

Sundown

Don’t stare at the sun

We’re told as a kid

Unless through a lens

As clearly I did

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With my trusty Canon in hand I am never afraid to try awkward or difficult shots, safe in the knowledge that my camera will take care of the specifics and produce a decent photo, while protecting my eyes.

Here the sun is beginning to go down towards the mountains, with vineyards in front, as I took my friend home after her birthday celebration of cake and champagne.

Even though I took the shot directly into the sun, my little camera still managed a decent picture – and I wasn’t blinded.

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Don’t worry; I took my champagne “To go”, by pouring most of it into an empty water bottle I had taken with me for that very purpose. I may have a teeny reputation on my blog for drinking vodka or champagne, but I never do so and drive.

 

Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Sunset Rage 1

Sunset Rage 1

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

– Dylan Thomas

 

Sunset Rage 2

Sunset Rage 2

When I witnessed this dramatic sunset the other night, I couldn’t help but think of these famous words by Dylan Thomas:  Rage against the dying of the light

 

Violets are Blue

Pansy

Pansy

Haiku 21

Pansies are purple!

And orange, yellow or red

Why are Violets blue?

 

This pansy is looking a little battered after being watered. But hey, water is life!

And from my extensive research (google – one minute) I found out that it is rare to get a truly blue flower, which is why botanist call a flower blue, when it is merely slightly less purple!

 

post script: The Nursery rhyme or poem, Roses are red, reads:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Sugar is sweet

And so are you

 

And as you can see, it is much easier to find a rhyme to “blue” than it is to “slightly less purple”!

 

Tangled

Vine 1

Vine 1

Lovingly entwined

The will to live

and find the sun

Vines 2

Vines 2

makes these vines

cling lovingly

Vines 3

Vines 3

to the Arum lily

Vines 4

Vines 4

that they strangle

as they climb

Vine 1

Vine 1

with their desire

to survive

 

 

Lovingly entwined

The will to live

and find the sun

makes these vines

cling lovingly

to the Arum lily

that they strangle

as they climb

with their desire

to survive

 

post script: Points awarded to anyone who spotted Little Monkey’s chewed up milk bottle toys in the third and fourth pictures.

 

Poppy Day

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They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

Poem ‘For the Fallen’ by Robert Laurence Binyon.

November 11th is Remembrance Day.

Because we should remember all those fallen in all wars.

And hope that some day it stops.