17th June 2019
#fowc #mist
The morning light falls
through fallen marshmallow
difficult to look through
just by looking
lights dipped low
as it slowly whirls around
noting the man in the reflective orange
encouraging you to slow down
familiar landmarks
obscured in the vapour
gravitate closer as you get near
greater fear – the mist gets denser – when
you find yourself chasing shapes
#FOWC #Respite
How i wish the rain would give me a break
Even now, concentric circles are being created
In the wells and cracks of the tarmac outside
Garden’s might appreciate the water – but its not what i’d call
Hot, the rain is decidedly cold today
Hopes are, mother nature will provide a little respite
On which occasion – i won’t get drenched in the stairrods
#Easter #Holiday
The collective heads at the weather office
looked dumbfounded at the view outside the window
it was a common convention – it rained on a Bank Holiday
and yet, blue skies and sun were the order of the day
flowers were drenched in sunshine
and people were enjoying picnics in the park
as confectioners ran with their easter eggs
to keep their creations whole.
Salford 9th April
Like a Marshmallow
on a freshly brewed coffee
they float through the sky
Shifting slowly over rooftops
Drifting across morning
over field town and meadow
Swirling through the Morning Sky
moved by winds east and west
strings of candy coloured cloud move
Early morning Sun
Turns pastel blue into Sunrise yellow
As clouds travel toward the hills
Wisps of Water
Moving across Manchester
Heading for Hilltops
Salford, 10th March 2019
The wind was brewing up a storm
under the feet of the resident pigeon flock
swirling around and giving
some of our feathered chums – quite a hard time of it.
luckily the nearby building works gave some shelter
expect more tomorrow, as the winds brother comes up for a visit
#CFFC #Patterns
I like patterns
you can find them all around you,
whether its in nature , or in your home furnishings
in a mural or a picture
I Volunteer at Imperial War Museum North, in Manchester, and a key place you spot patterns are in the camouflaged objects around the exhibition space
Most camouflage patterns are inspired by Nature. I was lucky enough to capture a picture of this lizard while he was standing still – out in the distance his patterned skin would have blended into the tree, as if he was part of it….Great for hide and seek.
Mother nature’s rather good with patterns as well, together with jack frost. This pic was taken in the winter season, and although it seems random, there’s a definite structure and pattern to the way the crystals of frost have formed on the car roof.
“Weather”
5th February 2019
“Red skies at Night, Shepherds Delight…..“
This old phrase is still around today.
It was the shepherds way of telling fine weather – a red sky at night normally foretold of fine weather next morning
Whilst a red sky in the morning, normally was followed by grey clouds in the skies above. It gave the shepherd time to get his flock onto lower ground and avoid an immediate drenching 🙂
We’re not out of winter yet in the UK, no matter what the met office say, and I’ve known it snow in March, despite it being technically Spring.
10th January 2019
I could say mother natures been cooking,
but she’s obscured my view
I can barely see, what’s in front of me
never mind a metre or two
And the pea soup – its a moving
as it follows the warmth of the ground
its making pretty whirls and swirls
as it moves around
And its not easy when your commuting
from museum to back to home
as the fog falls on down, it makes you frown
as you might just be looking through foam!
Salford, 21st December 2018
Melanie looked at the living room carpet
Enveloped by four soggy footprints
Local law enforcement scoured the area, but
Terrible thing was … they couldn’t find the culprits
Even the footprints outside could be found , it’s like they
Disappeared in the snow ❄️
The thought of it just being the
Evolution of evaporation
and condensation, doesn’t
ring true with me. Up there with the
Deity, helping create the mountains and
Rivers, the angels have heard their boss
On occasion when he’s hit his thumb with a hammer
Precipitation? Maybe if you are solely a geographer
Something tells me it’s the angels crying!
