Pulling Faces
Whitby Abbey
A lost friend
Missing
-London
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. – from Loveliest of Trees by Alfred Edward […]
She’s suffering a bad petal day
Reflective selfie
This way?
-Hertfordshire
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing … – from Ode to […]
More beauty than a poem
Room to grow (with a view)