Sunday, 18 September 2011

I wondered lonely as a cloud

I wondered lonely as a cloud, originally uploaded by Lily-Wren.

Taken early one morning this is Ullswater in the Lake District, Cumbria. It's said to be where William Wordsworth got his inspiration for 'The Daffodils' poem. Not surprising really, it is such an inspiring place to be.

"I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:-
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils."

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning, originally uploaded by Lily-Wren.

"Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind

Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all"

Sunday Morning ~ Velvet Underground

I had to be really quick to get this capture and time it just as the guy was walking between the posts. I was quite a bit away and also walking in the opposite direction so it was one of those 'turn around, see the guy, hurry up, press button quick' moments!

I quite like the lines of the posts contrasting with the horizontal lines of the bench, roof and ground.

A photograph that probably doesn't say much but one I quite like all the same!

Saturday, 3 September 2011

The Spider & The Fly

The Spider & The Fly, originally uploaded by Lily-Wren.

'I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?' said the Spider to the Fly.
'There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!'
'Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!'

Taken from 'The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt.

Oh dear, poor Felix the fly. This spider is camped out on my window outside. The web, like the spider, is massive but the light and position means I am having to think carefully on how to capture the full web, and do it justice. Poor flies stand no chance against Horace...

#8 ~ Web in 111 pictures in 2011