I’m not sure what
We can achieve
If there’s no way
To ever believe
What’s being said
And being done
It’s been a debacle
Now it’s begun
Breaking down
What once there was
To create a new
Just because
This is what
The powers that be
Have now set forth
As reality
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
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(c) K Wicks
Not so much now, but previously was lucky enough to live in a property that had a great garden, with hedges instead of fences and even had a small pond. The amount of wildlife that passed through was much greater than any other fenced garden I have known. I managed to capture a fair few different things in our brief year there.
The birds that visited took much of my attention (as did the squirrels), and I couldn’t help but put food out for them. They had the pond and plenty in nature, but a helping hand here and there doesn’t hurt does it?
The robins seem to get the hint that they should hand around for some photos, and wonderfully a baby robin dropped by as well.
I even caught him having an early bath one day. The blackbirds and sparrows also frequented the pond, it seems they all got along quite well.
Having the time and such a great garden at my disposal was a real treat. It’s not the same going out and about to try and find wildlife. Being able to see the same things and set up in different weathers and conditions was great. It changed every day and each time there were different flowers opening, or different bugs and insects. There isn’t enough available out and about for a photographer like me, I don’t always get the time to stand around waiting for the perfect shot or to get the angle I might like. And I end up feeling self conscious in public when I should be concentrating on the photo. I have a small garden now and have been treated to butterflies, caterpillars and one dragonfly whizzed through, but nothing like a less restricted garden would bring. So I dream of having a nicer garden again so I can capture the awesomeness of nature.
(c) K Wicks
It was a slow burner this morning, but streaky and colourful enough for me to grab the camera. A morning pigeon stopped for a silhouetted pose. Thanks pigeon.
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Fossil hunting was something I had always wanted to do and it wasn’t until mid 30’s I got round to it. For my birthday my husband took me on holiday to the Jurassic coast, where despite the choppy weather we took to the beach. It was Spring so not too choppy, but not calm or warm by any stretch.
There were a couple of great finds that day and one of them was finding a massive geode. I didn’t think I would ever get to see a real one in situ. I have an ornamental one my husband gifted me which is marvelous and polished up all nicely. But this one was sharp, gnarly and where it was mean to be. I was overjoyed. Only one problem, in the stone it was unbelievably heavy so would not be coming with.
A small piece was taken instead as a keepsake, so I can touch a piece of the geode we discovered thinking just maybe mine are the only human hands to have ever touched that piece.
I will also share the lovely amethyst one I have because it’s still one of my favourites. In fact I think they are all my favourite, it’s hard to choose when you see the beauty in so many things.
(c) K Wicks
I generally try to avoid literary fiction. In my experience, it is a path lined with pretentious smugness and people all trying to sound more clever than the next. On rare occasions, though, I stumble across a literary magazine which is filled with quality writing but less elitist and altogether more accessible. 34 Orchard, edited […]
Loose Ends @ 34 Orchard — cmsaunders
I don’t always know what the names of the flowers are that I take pictures of, but I always try and identify them if I can. This lovely pink flower is a lavatera tree mallow.
(c) K Wicks
She’s been such a good dog from the start, but unfortunately toys don’t last very long. This tyre was a firm favourite for weeks until she realised her most favourite thing is to chew. Luckily this hobby of hers is confined to her toys only, but it means she has limited toys and they have to be replaced regularly. Not many toys can stand up to the might of Maya.
The little face got bigger and cuter and never fails to entertain with her silly adorable antics.
(c) K Wicks
The normal fears
That we have faced
Have been rewritten
And replaced
That there are those
Elected through charm
Who actually mean
To cause us harm
If it was nature
Throwing the curve
We’d find our feet
And then observe
How we can group
And organize
But not when trapped
In all these lies
The mental threat
Looms ever near
While slowly taking
What we hold dear
Through all of this
I can but hope
We make it through
And manage to cope
It’s a strange road ahead…
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
It’s been just over a year now since I released my first book of short stories – the second one is half finished, but this year has really hampered creating for me. Under the Apple Tree and other dark short stories came from various ideas I had been mulling over for decades and two of the tales actually are adapted from real life experiences shared with me by someone close. So it was really exciting to receive a good review, then another and now I have six, all of them positive. One review mentions being reminded of The Outer Limits and The Twilight Zone, and another actually likens my stories to Tales of the Unexpected by Roald Dahl. That in itself is an achievement! I loved reading Roald Dahl growing up, have read my fair share of creepy stories and watched all three of those shows. Some of those horror tales obviously left their mark on me. I can only hope to do the same for someone else.
Part of one review – “Although the stories are set in present day, the author’s writing style is reminiscent of classic horror like Stevenson or Shelley, which can feel odd at times but carries the stories well. And, similarly to the classics, there’s not a lot of gore or curse words, which makes this collection enjoyable for fans of all ages. In a way, Under the Apple Tree: And other dark short stories remind me of scary stories you tell around the campfire or are passed around during sleepover parties, and like those stories these tales stay with you for a long time”
(c) K Wicks
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