On the Niger River, Mali
Frizz’s ‘tagged-J’ and more J-stories below
Tish Farrell
Writer on the Edge
Poetry and Photographs
From the Existential to the Mundane - From Poetry to Prose
Appreciating Everyday Life
not noble, just Dutch
theatre of stories untold
Travels Around The Land Of My Fathers
My plant obsession
A Little Bit of Texas in Swansea Wales
Childhood stories and wildlife encounters
Great shot, it speaks a thousand words…
Thank you, Sreejith. For once, I thought that too. It was quite a relief to think no words were needed!
What a great picture – the silhouettes in black against the subtle colors of water and sky. Love the little boy’s body movement – well captured.
Thanks, Annette. Yes, G did well capturing the moment.
A poetic interpretation of J! =)
Thanks, Fats.
Love your shot, Tish. Once again memories of pushing bogged cars, in New South Wales, Riverina, come flooding back.
Thanks, Woolly. Nice to speak with you again!
Yes, life tends to get in the way at times. Hard to keep up with this at times.
Stunning photo.
If he stretched just a bit more it looks like he would have gone for an unexpected swim. 🙂
Absolutely!!!
Amazing light in that photo.
yes, a real rosy glow, Bumba.
just a little push; sometimes we need a little push by a child, to make the next creative step forward, dear Tish; today, early in the morning, on our daily path to the bakery, my grandson asked me: “Why do have Donuts a hole in their middle?” I had to hesitate, but then felt a push, looking to the sun uprising: “It’s for the sun,” I answered: “the sun likes to shoot her first beams through the hole of Donut.” So my little grandson (aged 4) stretched his Donut-hand to the sky and the sun made the first early morning shooting.
Thank you for that wise insight and lovely story, Frizz. Today we can all look at the sun through our donuts – imaginary or otherwise.
This photo says a lot! 🙂
Yes, it does, doesn’t it 🙂