Pots without their lids
Yesterday I worked in the garden and took some close-up, macro shots of things.
Nothing great came out of it, but it was nice and relaxing. And I had this draft poem buzzing in my head. It was inspired by my MIL, as she has always done this.
The photo is a segment of backlight poppy.
Thanks I'm editing this poem now, think it might be a sonnet.
posted by apprentice at
12:42 pm
9 Comments:
I love the way you describe something a little quirky into the frame of a neat poem - arranged beautifully!
:~)!
I like that. Did you show it to your MIL?
Onr of my friends - I think it may be Jack- photographer in Ontario - sees beauty in flowers past their first flush.
Lovely light in the photo and wonderful poem, I like the resolution in it. I really liked your photo on qartsilluni too. Funny that's how I found you given we seem to live quite close together - I'm in Edinburgh...
There's a freshness and completeness about this poem. Great pics too.
That's a great poem - capturing her so neatly as well as the process. Lovely job!
lovely, absolutely lovely, sugar!
Thanks everyone. I've always wondered at this funny wee personal tick.
It's nice to see that some things are hanging in there, though yesterday she asked what a sleeping bag was.
Beautiful, Anna.
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