No time to write much – frantically busy putting
together my first issue of our parishes magazine – so here instead are some
pictures from a walk this afternoon on the Grand Western Canal.
It wasn’t until the end of the walk when I stopped to wait
for Frog that I started to notice things and got out my (broken) camera.
Imagination rushes in to fill up the spaces. You have to
leave spaces to allow for imagination, but alas I have too few spaces in my life at
the moment
Just popped by to see if you're back blogging, glad to see you are, I enjoy reading your ramblings.
ReplyDeleteNina - so good to hear from you. Like you, I've been too busy lately to blog much, but hope to get back to it. I enjoyed your post about sailing to the Scillies. Best, B
ReplyDeleteAnd an excellent 'first issue' it was too. These are lovely photos, Belinda. Unusual (and good) shot from under the bridge.
ReplyDeleteThank you KG - lovely to hear from you. Yes, it was strange - on the way through at the beginning of the walk I thought the bridge was a modern monstrosity but on the way back - relaxed, I suppose - I saw that it had its own beauty. Bx
ReplyDeleteConcrete struggles to be attractive but it serves to enhance the contrasting beauty beyond it.
DeleteKD not KG. Brain going.
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