Frosty walk back from the pub.
4 hours, 44 minutes
Dorinda Duclos - Night Owl Poetry
Rising Rays of Golden Light
Their Warmth they do not Share
Frosted Blades of newborn Grass
Shiver in the Morning Air
Yes, Something here is Quite Amiss… 26 more words
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1 day, 7 hours
There’s sentences I can’t say, so I’ll just drift away.
The words of the hollow, the follow me nightly as I go.
I was tempted, oh was I tempted, and I almost wish I gave in. 299 more words
1 day, 12 hours
On March 6, I took a walk down the fire road that heads into Rock Castle Gorge, along Rock Castle Creek. I just got some of the photos off the camera and wanted to share them. 135 more words
1 day, 14 hours
Have you ever been out walking in the evening and had a sense that something wasn’t quite right?
Maggie is a creature of habit, and as such has her final wee sometime between 9.30 and 10pm. 433 more words
1 day, 15 hours
A frosty morning is like a siren call to those interested in photography. Little or no breakfast, hastily struggle into boots and gloves, grab the cameras and out into the woods. 63 more words
1 day, 20 hours