my weekend = the mist

the mist is always disturbing
the knowledge of the unknown
things lurking
waiting
on this day the light was so bright that it gave an even more strange and unnatural a glow

it unsettled me and my far too vivid imagination

my weekend = winter clouds

i know i live in a beautiful place
see

i rarely look at it with jaded eyes
but sometimes it can even take my breath away
everything about this view is wonderful:
the sea, the clay and sandy cliffs nearest, the chalk cliffs further off
but the clouds...
it was a bitterly cold walk with a biting north wind but it was worth each numb finger

this photo is taken with my samsung mobile

my weekend = wet wool

this is nature's own decoration

beads of water glisten and bring life to something disgarded
it is so pure
who would need gaudy trinkets with this nearby?

my weekend = the cold sea

the sea is so dark in winter

it is forbidding and mysterious and yet has an imperious beauty

it looks as cold as it must feel

not that i tried

my weekend = newtown

i was back at newtown, again
it doesn't have the bittersweet feeling of a few months ago, luckily
where i needed it as a relief 
now it is pure pleasure even when it's drab and damp with a biting wind

my weekend = wild woods

this photo would have been made perfect by a tiny red riding hood skipping at the end of the path
even without her this photo conveys the dangerous beauty of the woods
the brothers grimm would have approved, i'm sure
mill copse, yarmouth

my weekend = spun silver

i always need to get outside and breath more deeply

look at things growing and changing

freshly ploughed and rolled soil of the fields lends a brown monotony to the countryside
but looking closer, you can still find small signs of beauty
tiny reminders of the manifestation of life
often reestablishing the balance after man's manipulation of nature