A blast of golden light beamed through the sky yesterday in the middle of the day as I stood watching from the balcony .
shaftesbury
Ancient ,sacred,burial ,ground .There I was surrounded by layers of history within the west hill side . Many old yew trees still stand here from medieval times.
“Button litton”by Sam Adams ,
This is the darkest month as I wondered about along the Pine walk trail along from the abbey yesterday.
“The darkest month”by Sam Adams ,
I see across the moving dark ,murky ,clouds and see the light on the highest hills of the chalk downs .Beyond that eventually is the sea.
“I see across and beyond”by Sam Adams ,
Strange but this is the light that we get most days this time of the year.
“Middle of the day”by Sam Adams ,
The pretty ,pink and apricot light made a beautiful tint to my hanging on honeysuckle and little cherry pink roses this morning.
“Sunrise”by Sam Adams ,
Explosions of bright colours out of the foggy ,smokey night appeared in front of my house.The whizz,bangs and crackles excite you like when you were a child.
“Fireworks”
I can still see the vanilla,gold,sun just dropping down behind the tree line on a November day.
“At the end of the day”by Sam Adams,
The silvery clouds formed a soft maize over the pale vanilla light.
“Silvery clouds”by Sam Adams ,
The art garden in September is still got touches of pink valariem everywhere and I keep looking to see if a butterfly might drop in if it warms up a bit more.