A Nature's Path

The lens directed at the Calypso singer, Aldwin Roberts for a brighter future. It was 1948, and the Empire Windrush docked with many thinking of going back to the armed forces shocked at a reception that brought many to re-focus  in due course, living in different circumstances where skies were gray and the mood sombre yet many still came in large numbers to fill jobs where some were vacant so gradually becoming noticed for being  hardworking and pleasant. 'London is the Place for Me'* a song that resonates still in today's climate. Where we are facing changes so variant. Let us sing and appreciate the talent, we see in all cultures to surpass those whose outlook is less than benevolent. Life changes all the time so there is less room for arrogance, but more for cultural diversity in all its magnificence. (c) nature thoughts nw    *written and sung by the Calypso singer, Aldwin Roberts (also known as Lord Kitchener ) A young photographer, Aiden Harmitt-Williams, whos...

The idea of a book came when I went for a coffee with a childhood friend and an artist friend in 2018.  It has been through a few revisions because I mainly use the recipes in the book! A teabreak is essential for recharging throughout the day! Stay safe and well everyone and enjoy your teabreak!   The Poppodom Cafe family blog  

Calling all Nature and Wildlife photographers! I'll be taking some Local Guides Wed, 26 Jun 2019 at 2pm on a Nature Photo Walk! #letsguide @Google I have 1 Local Guide who says he'll come but have to check on the day for staff situation. @localguides @30DaysWild @WildLondon pic.twitter.com/r9SMthqjum — Colleen Lue (@LueColleen) June 20, 2019

Photo  © Gloire M The way to The road ahead is clear. My mind thinks beyond that and what can be. Looks simple. Nothing to cloud the plans ahead of days when I can be me. The road is straight, and I look ahead.  Everything seems fine. Simple.  Clear and I feel free to think of days when I can grow to look back and see what I have become. A person, discerning and learning. The turning seems to bring  the mystery of being me. Someone who has grown a little to become a straightforward thinker. A learner and a beginner of thoughts that have set me free to be of soughts. © nature thoughts nw

Photo  © By praggs The cycle of Spring Spring, the season of growth A leaf is in the foreground depicting a renewed thought to be. Spring, when apple seeds are planted For summer and the nights when gardens are filled with music. Spring, when the leaf tells a story Of a cycle over the warm grounds getting more colourful in June. © nature thoughts nw

               Photo credit: Joseph Bollag (Facebook) I love nature. I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. -Thoreau

I’ve nowhere to turn, in the city alight For my love has gone, on endless night Look inward my love and you will see A burning flame, ‘tis meant to be © Elias Dafoe Photo credit: Simon Robben

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#Day2 of #30DaysWild sent in by Lucy Owens from our Facebook group - 'We were going to ‘nap in nature’ not much napping went on, but we had a chat with some cows!' Brilliant 😂🐮🐄 pic.twitter.com/tlyTIzEJum — 30 Days Wild (@30DaysWild) 2 June 2018 The tiny speck that I am, is nature telling me I have a small place in the scheme of things. Nothing grand. Nothing of essence. #APoemADay https://t.co/qqwmZNI955 — A Naturespath (@a_naturespath) 2 June 2018

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Oh, #PygmySeahorse ....where are you...? Pygmy seahorses blend in perfectly with the fan coral they choose to call home. Often, once they've found their specific fan coral, they will spend the rest of their lives attached to it. #scubadiverlife #divingeveryday pic.twitter.com/eSICxeX9Cp — Oceans5dive (@Oceans5Dive) 28 May 2018 The seabed, the mystery that never solves thoughts that pervade my head. Sometimes sojourning for days. #APoemADay — A Naturespath (@a_naturespath) 28 May 2018

Italy. Photo by Giuseppe Chironi. pic.twitter.com/JSzQjll2Yd — Best Earth Pics (@BestEarthPix) 28 May 2018 From this height, I know why the sea captivates and holds me there, forever. #APoemADay — A Naturespath (@a_naturespath) 28 May 2018

Well we got the weather in Llandudno. Mum and Dad used to take us here when we were little. I’d forgotten how beautiful this part of the Coast is. Wow and see you soon I hope #wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 pic.twitter.com/gVxCKSqDui — Gary Barlow (@GaryBarlow) May 23, 2018 Remember the summer when t/ heat made us perspire? We submerged in glasses of iced drinks as we cooled in t/shades, and the sun grew hotter in reams. Didn't we aspire? to the night glade when t/sun became《 fierce. And the moon shone in our face. #APoemADay https://t.co/Yd1vFvwbOA — A Naturespath (@a_naturespath) May 23, 2018

(c) nature thoughts nw The clock was right at 10. It didn't falter at 11. It went steadily onwards past midnight 'til it got to 7. The frame stayed in place on the wall. Within poised plants unperplexed, positioned paced, assuming and at peace. Taking centre space, both frame and plants make the time go at a steady pace past nine towards the morning dawn, in time                                  for breakfast. (c) nature thoughts nw

             (c) nature thoughts nw I'm in Spring in January. Warm greens and flowers in the frost of mid winter,  reminds me of a cool climate that changes suddenly. Doesn't change to a day in Spring. The cool wind snaps like a branch on a cold day, icicles cascade over frozen puddles crunching beneath gripped soles. The sun shines as it does in Spring. The wind is present in the sharp Wintery air gliding through layers of clothing and sends cold signals throughout my entire being. (c) nature thoughts nw

(c) nature thoughts nw Christmas Past  Christmas was Mild. Winter's dawn. The day was Calm. As still as the Holly in ivy torn. This was the day Announced. That dinner was with cranberry sauce, specially made for  A family occasion Unannounced. When friends gather at noon On the day that came  Pre announced. Songs sung in voices joined Throughout the day Echoing laughter. More brussel sprouts Double servings. Into the evening Puddings as afters. Monopoly, next to jam roly poly. On a plate with custard or ice cream. Next to the Holly and the Ivy. (c) nature thoughts nw

Nature's Wildlife The fox gazes out into your inner vision. Foraging for it's mission. Glaring, staring beyond you, peering. Through you. Into a forest that heaves with life. Bustling. Hustling. Granting the bevy of birds, insects and wildlife a place to reside. (c) nature thoughts nw

(c) nature thoughts NW Hop scotch,  between the Autumn shapes  stretch in between winter's rage. The leaves,  shapes and leveraged against. Crops heaped, Before me I sway. (c) nature thoughts NW 

A quiver. The branch lines. Outlines in burnt wood silently. Poses amber Ochre. Oranges, lemon Lime. Shaded tones score the Sky. The tree models a pattern Outlined. Sombre, persimmon Rustles. Autumn slips by Unnoticeable. (c) nature thoughts nw A quiver. The branch lines. Outlines in burnt wood silently. Poses amber Ochre. Oranges, lemon Lime. Shaded tones score the Sky. The tree models a pattern Outlined. Sombre, persimmon Rustles. Autumn slios by Unnoticeable. (c) nature thoughts nw Shared publicly Add a comment... no plus ones no shares

(c) nature thoughts nw Autumnal Morning I sat one morning listening to the singing of birds the other day, they sang in the distance, a song I knew very well, but the words escape me as I sat attentively listening, to them chirping to a tune they knew only too well. The song of searching for a time when they could sing together about the countries they've seen, about the food they've tasted.  It didn't matter where it was, as long as it was a place where the season didn't change to cold. They sang a song of longing and they sang and they sang. I didn't know of what but they knew and they sang. Was it of melancholy or was it of countries they wanted to go to? Again I didn't know the answer, only they knew and they sang a song they had sung a million times over of places they'd travelled to and of those they hoped to see.  It didn't matter where they went, it didn't seem to stir them, for they sang and they sang on this mild    ...