Shadows...their arty shapes - have always fascinated me...But beach shadows, for me, have a special appeal... This one is of a tree's shadow cast on a boatshed at Blairgowrie on the Mornington Peninsula (2011) ... pic.twitter.com/q4Xr7PFazP— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Saturday, 20 June 2020
boatshed shadow...
if we winter this one out...
A nod to Australians braving the winter of the covid... Just not sure about the 'anywhere' element as yet - esp in Victoria ... Maybe summer 'outdoors' may be a better word choice...porch, verandah, balcony, a park/beach early morning... We have some choices to keep in mind... https://t.co/erP9XkSLEH— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020
belonging...
Belonging can be such a gut-wrenching hollow in the psyche if you don't feel you meet the apparent criteria to belong where you think you should belong. But literature, the characters and the scenes, can awaken a very different kind of belonging. Always worth a second thought... https://t.co/SvUbhsfRP7— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020
in praise of books...
books may be shelved— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020
but they are always
open to a visit... https://t.co/vaAgDAlI3I pic.twitter.com/kwwipZdmw0
colonial painting in Tasmania...
John Glover - colonial artist - his Patterdale farm on Mills Plain in northern Tasmania c.1840. This is part of the Ben Lomond region, on the Nile River. His farm is named after a Westmorland village where Glover once lived. https://t.co/ylFtrOIU6R— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020
pixie and a pebble...
one day— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020
a pixie found me
plain pebble by the sea
he clutched me for awhile
then left his mark on me#micropoetry https://t.co/PobQU76eEf
all the world's great work...
All the world's great work— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 20, 2020
is done
Without an ego trip
By people who
get on with life
And give some ways a flip https://t.co/WqZddpxLDe
in the neophyte hours...
Today, in the neophyte hours of the morning, fog encased the street.— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 20, 2020
It was a good fog.
Some fogs make things difficult.
Other fogs we call good.
They change things for the better.
In a good fog, familiar and unremarkable things can
become remarkable and
beautiful.
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