Living in dreamland since 1957.
‘It’s never too late to be what you might have been’ 📸✍️
George Elliot
Reaching, yearning, searching
The parts of my body
Now changing
Shifting with time
Unfamiliar but still familiar
I am still rooted
#poetry
Reaching, yearning, searching
The parts of my body
Now changing
Shifting with time
Unfamiliar but still familiar
I am still rooted
#poetry
They land ,and I try to capture them as they surveyed a small loch, my camera lens whirs in to focus and they take flight. This clumsy lumbering human is no match for their grace and beauty.
They land ,and I try to capture them as they surveyed a small loch, my camera lens whirs in to focus and they take flight. This clumsy lumbering human is no match for their grace and beauty.
Just finished this book which I first read in the mid ‘80’s. I have to confess I skipped over the abattoir chapters this time as well. It shouts of the difficulties of being working class and a creative. I got frustrated by Mat at times, and felt sorry for Helen, his wife.
Just finished this book which I first read in the mid ‘80’s. I have to confess I skipped over the abattoir chapters this time as well. It shouts of the difficulties of being working class and a creative. I got frustrated by Mat at times, and felt sorry for Helen, his wife.