Retired teacher active in photography, poetry, classical and contemporary music.
A sunny autumn so far. No car, but a scenic tour of my home town
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Why Do I Do This ?
Market Day. I know most people,A brief welcome chat. Sometimes news, often a wry mutter about the weather.Weather . . . Huh!Too windy for a bike ride ~ well, when riding out of town, with the wind behind, “Whoomph!” Coming home, grunt, pushAnd muttering, (Why do I do this?) Post your answers to:Grumpy Cyclist, ThamesYou could…
Under the Redwoods.
Redwood trunks, straight , rising up and beyond sight.SilenceMy steps are barely heard on the forest floor.No birdsound ! And a rare delight – I don’t know where I am! Other people, ‘older’ like me, are always ready for a chat. Many are dog walkers. And there are dogs of many breeds and sizes. At…
David in Pen and Pics 