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Everlasting hope
meditation, in the zone
at one with nature
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by Scooj
Why we do it
Tag: Nature
6440. Church Road
I find myself in a bit of a rush this morning, because I have a dental appointment before work. I’m slightly anxious about what is going to happen with my tooth, having lost quite a large section of it a week or so ago. I guess I have to yield to the professional and just get on with it.
I drove past this mural a few weeks ago, coming back from the dog sitter who lives in a part of town I don’t go to all that often. I don’t know how long it has been there, but I can’t recall ever having seen it before.
The large mural on Church Road is by Dave Bain and David J McMillan, and not being overly familiar with the work of either artist, I am not too sure who is responsible for which parts of the mural. The piece speaks of recreation and connecting with nature, which is always a welcome theme in my view. I love the execution of the mural, but I fear that the colours look a little washed out, but that might be an artifact of the rather overcast weather when I took the photographs. It is always great to find new pieces, especially significant murals like this one. Nice work from Dave and David.
Miyawaki method
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Small wood creation
dense planting of mixed species
acceleration
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by Scooj
Orange hawkweed
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Early autumn hue
scattered among worn tombstones
mother earth returns
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by Scooj
Sitter
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Obliging sitter
sunbathing, oblivious
to my approaches
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by Scooj
Contentment
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Lazy summer’s day
warmth reflected from the shrubs
peacock butterfly
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by Scooj
Dance of the faeries
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A bright shaft of light
countless butterflies delight
and then they are gone
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by Scooj
- On observing one of the most beautiful natural sights I have ever seen. More than twenty Speckled Wood butterflies were chasing one another in long chains in a warm sunny spot in the woodland. As their wingtips brushed past the nettles plumes of pollen wafted into the air, like smoke. The display lasted only a few minutes until a cloud passed by, and the butterflies simply melted away into the woods. A moment that will live with me for the rest of my days. Magical.
Summer days
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Summer holidays
a break from school and routine
more time for nature
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by Scooj
- On reflecting on the joy of summer holidays when I was a youngster and I could spend time in Cornwall with my grandparents and commune with nature, all day, every day. Happiest of days.
Small moth, big name
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With modest cream wings
moth boasts the craziest name
Small fan-footed wave
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by Scooj
A wonderful thing
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Heart of the city
the Avon, a sandpiper
heard though not quite seen
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by Scooj
Natural adventures 