Haddon Hall
Clock Tower, Skegness, Lincs
Sweet little faces
Grounds of Sprowston Manor
That's my meter !!
I could do with a beer
Run baby run
Flodden Wall, Edinburgh.
Just old fashioned flowers
Just experimenting :-)
Love is in the air ;-)
Bette Davis Eyes
"Play Misty For Me"
Smoke gets in your eyes
Bombay Duck (Play on words) ;-)
Storm-kissed tulip
The Perpetual Tango
Fire of autumn fractal
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Raspberry pie in the sky
Lost at sea
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Going home
The dance of the Black Eyed Susans
Eye of the storm
Take these chains from my heart
The speed of time
Time and tide wait for no man
Time to pray
Pink dreams
The Ivory Gate
Sweet tulips ......but......
Trying to see your point of view
The Lady's Reward
Stairway to heaven
♫ All That Jazz ♫
The Ballerina
The Black Box (with a few cabbage flowers thrown i…
Guess my proverb
They've got their love to keep them warm ♥
Pencil sketch of Boughton House
The Black Widow
Painting of a stormy Paris 2009
Triangular Lodge with a little twist ;-)
Woodland flowers, Warhol style
The orb of East Carlton
Waiting for spring
Textured chrysanthemum
Felbrigg Hall Norfolk (paintshop version)
Boughton House, Northamptonshire
When I'm calling you.
Abstract art
The Green Birdwing (Ornithoptera Priamus poseidon…
Days of wine and roses
Views from St Mary's Wall around the city of York
Abstract in lime
Fear of the black cat
The Settling Rooms, Market Harborough
Just for fun ;-)
The ancient flower
Weed in the frame ;-)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
The Glory Hole
Fish-eye view of parliament :))
Fire of autumn fractal
Lost
Water experiments
Tres Chic
The Rhythm of Time
Sun Flares
Paperweight
You light up my life ...
Twilight at St Mary's Abbey
The aliens are coming !!!!
A box of roses for my friends on Ipernity
Black & white in the frame
Where flowers bloom
Why be so negative
More ghostly sightings in the debtor's prison
Through the frosted glass.
There is only grey
There are some things that make us all the same.
The word in bloom
The wilting tulip
The Viola Sphere
The Olympic Hexahedron
The calorie burning lunch break
The mosaic carnation
Northants twin water towers
Seashells
Splattered dandelions
Purple Passions
Physcodelic heavens
East Carlton country house.
Felbrigg Hall
Fireworks
Dean Court Hotel.
Cycle of life
Clematis Kaleidoscope
Cool as ice
"Box clever"
Boughton House in water colour
Autumnal Fractal Flower
Another fractal experiment
A Sunday morning daisy doodle
A present for Aggie
A golden oldie....
A funky weed
Let us out of here!!
What time is it?
The Secret Garden
The seasons are confused.
Struggling for survival
Ring of confidence
'Paint' the halls with boughs of holly
Owl butterfly.
Lost in space
Getting obsessed !!
Eclipse of the sun
Bring me sunshine
Fragmentation of poetry.
A tough time.. Un moment difficile
Dancing at night...
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Time present and time past
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Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
Poem by TS Eliot
Ipernity Explore/Front page.. Thank you very much
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
Poem by TS Eliot
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belle journée mon amie ! bisous♫
Have a lovely and healthy week end.
Your composition is eternal, and so beautifully composed.
It evokes a past mingled with an unreal present made of memories that, tonight, destabilize me. Where is our lost youth if not in our only lost memory?
So, so evocative...
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