TODAY'S FLOWERS & I Heart Macro - Roses in all their glory

The sheer beauty of the rose cannot be denied

nor it's jewel like claws

but if either were missing, 

it would not be a true reflection of life.

Picked at dawn to protect them from  the scorching heat

yet shrivelled my lunch time, even in the house

but no less beautiful

like kind people in old age

the care lines cancelled out by 

the wrinkles of all those years of smiling.

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OUR WORLD - Changes

For fifty five and a quarter years there were two

now, there is only one

no matter how sad, life must go on . . .

OUR WORLD - Now You See It, Now You Non't

I took these photos some time ago, when we were in 

the high country of Victoria.

On the way up to Mt.Buffalo, this pile of rock - no idea what 

the mountain was called - caught my eye.

On the way back from the climb to the summit, clouds were 

rolling in at a great rate.

They rolled in at such a rate that within a few minutes,

the whole pile vanished

only to reappear a moment later.

Ah, the vagaries of weather. 

If only life were like that and could restore 

which had been wiped out. 

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Shadow Shot Sunday ~ A Little bit Askew

Life rolls on with a few shadows here and there when

suddenly it all shifts and hangs askew . . .

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Shadow Shot Sunday

Shadows across our path . . .

bring life into sharper focus . . .

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Nature Notes ~ The Cycle of Life

Spring



and
Autumn

closest to each other in nature, yet furthest apart.

Both seasons of change, one glorying in the newness
of rebirth, the other baring its soul in preparation,



just transmutation never ending.....

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little more aware of the world around us.

Footsteps

Footsteps lead fron doorway warm
into the white beyond
the single track grows long and lost
over the rise beyond

Over the hill and down through the dale
and ever onward going
through drift and and frozen patch of grass
the footsteps pass, the footsteps pass
along the wood with laden bough
they go not stopping for a rest
on, ever onward, forward going
with bent head to the falling snow they trudge
one foot and then the other



Till far into the darkening night
a light gleams through a window
the steps have long behind been filled
the snow lies silent there
and onward go the steps intent
on yonder lighted beakon.

The need is great, they hasten now
towards the one light beaming
Inside the room she waites and hopes
the child as yet unborn
with practiced hand he turns the babe
easing her sweating brow
the cry of life soon rends the air
filling the gentle room with joy
At last the weary feet can rest a while
as Christmas morn dawns bright and clear



before they set out once again
upon the sparkling morning snow
to make the marks that once have been
with lightened heart
tarrying now and then to watch a bird
or mind the light upon an ancient tree
and onward bound for home and hearth
where anxiously they wait for news
and for their safe returning.