Photos-Poems-Haiku

Old WoodDown by the wood that hides the river,a startle of birds cackle skywards.A young deer, the colour of hazel,becomes an arrow, pierces the depthsof waist high grass by the waiting field.Two kites weave a net in a thermal,hoping to snare the unwary.Rabbits dive for cover, their tails flashof dangers they sense around them.The shadow… Continue reading Old Wood

The Same SeaWe’ve all done it,inscribed our names in the sand,right there, on the edge of the sea.And watched, as waves rolled in,wiping our pages, washingour marks into the depths.That’s when we sensethose vast oceans, full of words,too many for our mouths to form.The seas have their own vocabulary,a mix of tongues, swirls of meaning,all… Continue reading The Same Sea

Let’s hope that hope will burn a bit brighter in 2023! All the best everyone. LichthooseWe awneed a lichthoose,noo an then,a flash o lichttae show us the wey,tae guide us in the mirk,tae tell us whar we are,mind us wir no alane.An noo,wi storms ragin,an mair getherin aw the time,we seek oot yon gleam,grasp it… Continue reading Lichthoose

The jiggery pokery temptation was just too strong today I’m afraid. 🤗🎄No birds were harmed in the making of these images, they follow me around, honest!!

SometimesSometimes, this troubled world can take our breath away,can be frozen and beautiful,where we can loose ourselves in the crisp and crunchof frost and footstep.Yet, we know we are adriftin a brief, but welcome thaw,that beyond our icy forests,there is a deeper, cruel cold,where tears freeze for realand peace seems far away.Still, there is the… Continue reading Sometimes

Minus 6C and frosty, fantastic! 🥶

Big of fun really, using cotton buds instead of brushes.

To my American friends, this is about a small white country cottage, of which, there are many dotted about the Scottish countryside. It’s not about the big one over there, even though Apple Pages wanted to capitalise “white house” at every opportunity 🤗😉. The White HouseThe earth is breathing.A breeze pulsesthrough the calm wood,follows the… Continue reading The White House

Don’t ask me what these are all about, I haven’t a clue. Still, it was fun and that’s enough for me!

Still RiverThe river has stilled,just for a while, using this time,to gather togetherall those reflections,letting them sink in.There is no rush,no current, no flowto be carried on.It’s just a pause, a breath,as deep as my world,as deep as I can be. Derek Ross