#CYW #Brown #Wet #Mud #Footprints #Camping
Camping out in the wilds, has its disadvantages
As the weather can be particularly nasty
Making your way across the field to the washroom as
Persistant little raindrops land on your head
If you gave it some thought – you would have moved the tent
Now everyone will know who disturbed their sleep – as you’re
Going to leave a trail – right up to your tent!
#rain #clouds #weather #water
rivers of water fall from sky
clouds have had falling out again
droplets of water cling to glass
not wanting to drop into sewers
fighting gravity to stop imminent splashes
a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.
In cold damp and dark
out in the park
a small brown toadstool
sits hiding in the grass
shy and retiring
not best in its class
sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain
camouflauged by the grass
drinking slowly from the drain
Creative clouds
In the sky, create
Round, watery artworks on the
Roadside edge, forming little lakes
Umbrellas and wellingtons at the ready
Something wet has made a splash.
Salford, 25th May 2016
Location : Brain and Spinal Injury Centre – Salford
In today’s photography workshop, we’ve been working with flower heads, captured in trays of Ice. We photographed the Ice over time , with close up shots and as the ice changed, the subject matter changed too.
The green coloured cloth was set out to keep the table dry – but it added some interesting textures to the photograph.
The Ice allowed us to do some really good close up work, and as it melted – we achieved some really good effects with our cameras.
Getting close up to the subject matter in the ice captured the bubbles in the ice as well as the details in the flowers. I enjoyed taking the above pic because of the colours in the flower, the detail of the flower and the bubbles in the ice.
I was having a brilliant day,
till you told me to make my way
“Out you go!” you cheerfully chirped
And then I found, I’d been usurped
My favourite spot on the sofa/settee
had been taken by those darn budgies.
I was fine just watching, by window sill
and all was great – that was until
Great gloomy clouds they gathered ahead,
and I wanted in and off to my bed.
But birds they kept flying – and so you see
I’ve just got wet – as I waited for Tea.
And so I sit waiting, pawing at door
you wander why my face is as sad as before
My fur is all soggy – from the water in th’drain
Please don’t let me be caught out again!
