Spring comes with such a rush. Suddenly tiny violets with their heart-shaped leaves cover the ground. The Wind Anemones star the ground with their whiteness and then, roll drum, the marvellous sheen of blue called the bluebell slides through the woodlands in that moment when the trees are slowly unfolding their leaves to the full glory of summer. You see we have to have that dappled, half cold, half warm sunlight on the bluebells to understand their magic.
The light creeps ahead quickly early morning and even more so in the evening all these happenings just a matter of chance. A balance between moon and sun.
Out on the street, a crocodile of children escorted by helpers went by chattering like a group of birds humming through the air. They are on their way to the Hippodrome theatre, a charity run theatre. Dog walkers pass, dog greeting dog, they are off to their daily walk of pee and poo, not to put too fine a point on it.
Yesterday I learnt how to collage photographs, you can see the effort below. I took Paul as my subject, each photo has its story. Trouble is I have to pay for the privilege of collaging and am just wondering if it is worth it.
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