Author: Sarah

No time to lose. No, time to lose. Make time to stand and stare.... Did you see that?

Morning light and Advent Calendars

The morning light yesterday on the last day of November was like Turkish delight over the fields at the back of our house while the gardens were still in shadows. The horse (not mine!) knew where to stand to catch the early rays between the roof top shadows.

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Broad Street, Oxford

A trip into Oxford today and I saw something I had never noticed before. The light was lovely and I wasn’t inclined to shop, so wandered down The Broad with my camera.

What’s that on top of the building as a weather vane?

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Poetry Competition anyone?

Did I see a comment about restarting the poetry competition, anyone?

How about a Roald Dahl-esque poem, telling a fairy tale, but not one he did in his Revolting Rhymes Collection…. so not ‘Cinderella’ – ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ – ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarves’- ‘Goldilocks’ – ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ – or the Three Little Pigs.

Closing date December 10th. Post a link in comments below…

 

 

Weather be nice

The light this morning when I got up was soft, burning through a light mist and so beautiful on the Autumnal landscape. After a lazy start we went for a walk in woodlands and parklands near by.

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Water drop jewels

Just outside the window a neglected planter stands with euphorbia weed, thin leaflets of crocosmia and a small self seeded Aquilegia – all fresh growth as if it is Spring, not Autumn. It has been raining, then there was a brief splash of sunshine and each water droplet became a mirrored bead on the Aquilegia. Underneath the leaf a tiny tear drop.

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Partnership (for Creative Writing competition November 2011)

“Embezzlement, Max?” I heard, and my interest, having wandered, was immediately refocused. “A financial fraud accusation is very serious,” said John, speaking in his measured way. By now I had all my attention on Max. What was all this about?

“I don’t use the term lightly,” I heard my husband say, “and it pains me as Andrew is my oldest friend.”  I glanced at Andrew, who looked so shocked and uncomfortable. “But the figures just don’t stand up,” said Max. “There is a very big anomaly. And I’m surprised,” he said turning to Jackson, the accountant, “that you hadn’t identified a problem yourself, Ian.”

“I’m sure it’s a mistake,” Andrew said, looking around the room. He wouldn’t look at me. He wouldn’t now,in public. Then turning to Max he said, “You know me, Max, I’d never put the partnership in danger. This can all be sorted out with another look at the figures, I’m sure.”

“Just what I arranged,” said Max, “I have hired an independent firm of auditors. In fact they are looking at the books as we speak.”  There was uproar at this. How could he go behind everyone’s back and arrange an independent enquiry? When I looked around the room Andrew and Ian were silent. Ian’s face was like a storm cloud. Continue reading “Partnership (for Creative Writing competition November 2011)”

Results, for ‘Perspective Competition’ (which closed 4th November 2011)

Potential perspective photographs have been presenting themselves to me, or literally pouncing out at me ever since I set the challenge.

I took this one in Weston-Super-Mud, for example!

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Time changes everything

I’m writing in a different place now I have a lap top, and Cyclo is working in the office this week. I’m in the dining room with a view of the back garden, rather than upstairs with a view of the front.
So I’m getting a different view of the world when I look up from tapping.

It’s another dull day here most of the day – when it wasn’t raining –  but the afternoon of 1st November was a stunner. I ran out into the garden I took a few shots.

Do you remember this?

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