Wednesday, December 21, 2011

I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year - Charles Dickens

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Sometimes just looking up and seeing the light is enough - Terri Guillemets

(Taken at Bristol Cathedral)

Friday, December 02, 2011

When you possess light within, you see it externally - Anaïs Nin

( Little Moreton Hall, Cheshire)

Thursday, November 24, 2011

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water - Loren Eisley

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
- William Butler Yeats

Biddulph Grange Gardens, Staffordshire

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science - Einstein

(Taken outside my new garden)

Friday, October 21, 2011

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree - Emily Bronte

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Caerleon, Wales

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
~ John Donne

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Autumn colours in my new garden

"I saw old autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence"
-- Thomas Hood

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Staffordshire, England

Beautiful light is born of darkness, so the faith that springs from conflict is often the strongest and the best - R. Turnbull

Special thanks to Anand for a very sweet gesture!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Staffordshire, England

Dust's certainly all our fate, so why not
make it the happiest possible dust,
a detritus of blessedness?

- Michael Blumenthal

Monday, September 05, 2011

San Vito, Italy

Monday, August 29, 2011

From the neighbour's farm, Italy

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Mesagne, Italy

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Trullo, Puglia, Italy

"A trullo (plural, trulli) is a traditional dry stone hut with a conical roof. Trulli were generally constructed as temporary field shelters and storehouses or as permanent dwellings by small proprietors or agricultural labourers. Their golden age was the 19th century. Their style of construction is specific to the Itria Valley, in the Murge area of the Italian region of Puglia"

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Torre Guaceto, Puglia, Italy

Saturday, July 30, 2011

San Vito, Italy

Monday, July 25, 2011

Door Knocker
Mesagne, Italy

Monday, July 18, 2011

San Vito, Puglia, Italy

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Ostuni Cathedral, Italy

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ostuni, Italy

Friday, June 17, 2011

Ostuni, Italy

Monday, June 13, 2011

San Vito, Italy

Thursday, June 02, 2011

San Vito, Italy

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Mesagne, Italy

Saturday, April 02, 2011

This is how I would die into the love I have for you.
As pieces of cloud dissolve into the sunlight
- Rumi

Off on a break. See you next month!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. And there is nothing more to it than that - StoryPeople

Friday, March 18, 2011

The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live - Flora Whittemore

Monday, March 14, 2011

I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult. It's not. Mine had me trained in two days ~Bill Dana

Friday, March 04, 2011

Art is pattern informed by sensibility - Herbert Read

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that's where I renew my springs that never dry up ~ Pearl S. Buck

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

"Trapped mainly by wanting things to be exactly as they are, only better" - StoryPeople

Monday, February 07, 2011

If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn't need to lug around a camera ~ Lewis Hine

Thursday, February 03, 2011

"I only promise the little things. The big things don't pay attention to what
I want anyhow" - StoryPeople

Saturday, January 29, 2011

My grandmother told me once that a city has enough windows for everybody. I still want to believe her - Story People

Sunday, January 09, 2011

She seemed to move everywhere dancing and music followed her like leaves on the wind

- Storypeople