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spring specialities

Sunday, April 24th, 2011 | tags: , ,  |

Why I love England #17:  bluebell woods

Portbury Bluebell woodSpending hours of the Easter national holiday weekend wandering through cool woodlands surrounded by dappled light, beautiful bluebells, immersed in the wonderful scent. The forests of the USA were beautiful too but the bluebell woodlands of England are magical in their own special way

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in the forest

Friday, October 1st, 2010 | tags: , , ,  |

masseur: you know how you associate places with people?

tree decorated with snowThere’s a moments silence while he’s pulling my arm, seemingly out of its socket, and I think of places and people. The gentle melancholly when I visit a place filled with happy memories, that is no longer the same place without the people that made it happy. The distracting sadness when I visit a place full of painful memories and the forgotten pains flood in.

masseur: I cycled through that village in the new forest that you mentioned, Lyndhurst, and the place reminded me of you

Thats a beautiful, peaceful, place to be associated with.

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smell the colours

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 | tags: , , , , , ,  |

 lover: you’re a very visual person

wendy: I’ve got two eyes and I like to keep them peeled lest I start to loose things and fall over more than normal

lover: no, i mean you like to make love in the daylight, outdoors

wendy: that”s so much more than visual. Thats the breeze drying the sweat on your back, smell of the dew on the grass and the leaf mulch in your hair, the shiver from the scatchy snow on your buttocks.  That’s not just visual, that’s living.

lover: that will take me a while to get used to

But he never got the chance to ‘get used to it’ because I wasn’t patient enough to be waiting for someone in their 40’s to learn how to make love out from under cover of darkness, sheets and comfort of artificially sprung surfaces.  There are times when throwing caution to the evening breeze is exhillerating and worthy of a plunge

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Mud Mountain Dam

Friday, August 19th, 2005 | tags: , ,  |

Last Saturday we took a short hike starting from Mud Mountain Dam on the White River near Mount Rainier:

http://www.nws.usace.army.mil/PublicMenu/Menu.cfm?sitename=MM&pagename=PAGE1

We didnt take a look at the Dam. I wish we had found it beyond the park. We walked a short hike through the forest along the riverside. I photographed general greenery.

It smelt, sounded, felt and looked wonderful. Like walking through a faerie tale.

One day I hope to paint a picture of sunlight breaking into the deep forest. I’m collecting images to help me construct something. I’ve attached one from Mud Mountain.

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