MUSINGS OF THE MIND
In solitude I amble along the coastal path
As a gentle rain falls lightly on my brow
The sweet perfume of freshly cut bracken
Pervades my mind as butterflies dance gracefully
I catch tantalising glimpses of the sea
Through a curtain of trees
As it laps gently against the shore
16th August 2003
I am enjoying a weekend with friends at the Peveril of the Peak in Thorpe Derbyshire. Today we walked 12 miles over fields and dales in windy weather.
The gentle track gives way to boulders
So big above this, the deepest lake
Grey skies and mist on the horizon
Obscuring the views, now only in the mind
Rain falls in sheets
The first for so long
Rocks and roots are slippery
As the path turns to mud
This is the first verse of a poem I wrote some years ago, and i thought it fitted this image taken yesterday morning, I think the impression given is a very low angle shot , whereas in fact the tree is lying in Windermere.
This is a view of the M6 and the Howgill fells whilst travelling to work.
My plans yesterday were diverted from a walk in the Lake District to a photo trip along Hadrians wall, due to the horrendous weather. Rather surprisingly it was rather nice in the east.
An image from yesterdays gloom, as a shower passed over there was i shooting through the haze.