petals
fall (they love me?
they love me not?) it’s tough
to be a bug today (love me?
… or not …)
A tranquil afternoon in a forest by a lake – 35mm film
I visited the Mount Lofty botanic gardens in the Adelaide Hills recently, which is a quite different experience to visiting the city botanic gardens, especially because on this particular day, it was almost empty, other than a couple of lone wanderers. Other times I have been there it’s been filled with families and other people,…
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Fleeting Flowers – A poem
Even the pinkest pinks will fade
Eventually, perhaps to a dusty rose,
The open becomes closed, even
The prettiest flower will cease to glow.
Bold days turn to cold days, even the smoothest
Petals fold, soon brown replaces gold,
A shrivelled insignificance falls to the dirt,
But leaves space for a new bud to grow.
Blooming in the rain – A poem
april showers bring may flowers
and there is purpose in the rain
the human heart holds strength in powers
to control suffering when there’s pain
there are only shadows because there’s sun
without light all life would turn dour
with rain, melancholy flowers can bloom
no matter how broken, our heart is still ours
Adventures with a new camera
I bought a new camera and these are photos from the first couple of adventures I’ve had with it 🙂
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I wish I could live constantly in the frozen moments of mornings – some photos from yesterday.
I wish I could constantly live in just mornings and evenings. Mornings are so quiet and peaceful. Fresh. They haven’t yet had the chance to dry out in the sun.
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I had a good month for photography in December 2017. I just felt really inspired to photograph things. I have decided to compile all of my favourite photos I took in December into this blog post, to act as a memory and to share another side of my creative pursuits. Top 10: Honourable mentions: …
Read MoreHave you heard of the girl who breathes flowers? – A poem
Have you heard of the girl Whose fingertips are always frozen To compensate For the warmth of her heart? The girl whose world is made of poetry When she picks her words so Meticulously Crafted from the blossoms Of her sequestered meadow As she strives to unearth Nothing less than The perfect bouquet. With the…
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Lauren Kathleen 