Curtains of white mist
hide the ghosts of winters past
skulking in the wood.
by Scooj
Tag: Cornwall
Dawn
These gossamer threads
untroubled by passing feet;
natural wonder.
by Scooj
Home
Gentle emergence
from the mists of Bodmin Moor
to the streets of home.
My mind fixed on the former
though my body has returned.
by Scooj
Seaton beach
Unexplainable
stench of hydrogen sulphide
assaults our senses.
by Scooj
Outflux
And then there were three
the rest journeying homewards
sense of bereavement.
by Scooj
Inversion
Moisture laden mist
cloaking grey winter-stripped trees
cloud flooded valley.
by Scooj
Family walk
Boxing Day ramble
Lantic Bay revisited
as good as ever.
by Scooj
Happy Christmas
Early excitement
gives way to expectations
of a Christmas feast.
by Scooj
Happy Christmas all.🎄🍾
Watching a kettle boil
.
Planned departure time
three hours ago; I’m ready.
How does this happen?
.
by Scooj
Naked
Not a stitch to wear
nor anyone to love me;
injured and damaged.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 