Many of my blog posts are published on Shine A Light On Life, including the series in my Sampler. I also regularly blog on Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter, mainly about events local to me.
The wind is everywhere and the sky is over and above and the turf under your feet on the headland is springy. From here, there is a flag pole, and monument that tells you how far it is to the nearest land, and where. It is North America with thousands of miles of sea between. There is the fullness and the emptiness.
Its’ beauty just goes on and on and the world and any cares no longer exist and there is just this beauty and then not even that, just infinity and peace.
… saw white lightning strike the lake at the horizon straight from the thunder clouds!…
Sarum Lights at Salisbury Cathedral: Son et Lumiere Show beautiful in the dark night of November.
we visited the Mall to do our shopping and there was acres and acres of stuff. I cannot believe the size of the shop and even the size of the vegetables, big. And so many of my old favourites like Bran Muffins, Corn Bread and Blueberry pancakes with maple syrup.
…Point Clark Lighthouse, after driving on the Main 21 Bluewater Highway, between miles and miles of green fields with crops like corn and potatoes. The Lighthouse had a museum set in the windy point. The museum documents he story of the generations of Lighthouse Keepers and their families, illustrated with old photographs.
Earlier the sun was crystal clear on the water, silver to the shore and clear. And I thought, it will be a great sunset tonight, I must go out and see it set.
Then next time I turned around, the sun had disappeared completely under a blanket of soft mist so that there was no sun, no sliver of moon, no horizon, or lake, just a sort of softness out there ….
…the long drive through Canadian country to get to the shores of Lake Huron and the sweetest cottage built of wood roof, floor, and walls. It’s like living in a forest and breathing wood.
We watch the sunsets at night.
We walked home through the Biennale gardens, with tall Cypress trees and a grey statue of Garibaldi. At night in the gathering evening we came across the white Campanale that one can see from sea as one approaches Venice. Beside it is San Pietro and San Anna which is falling down. In the nearby area there are streets that are hushed and houses that are empty, though there is some rejuvenation going on. History and the present collide.
We passed St Mark’s Square where one can see the domes of the church and the wonderful pink and white palaces, the striped posts, the gondolas and the young men who drive them in their traditional black and white striped shirts. There was huge church, white and with huge domes, topped with a Christ in majesty with all the stars around him. The sea water was turquoise blue. As one waits for the water taxi at the pontoon, by the water’s edge it was heaving. The boats pull alongside and people just file off and more get on. There’s push chairs and babies, dogs, and life.
We went to the Vyne and the house and gardens were lovely, but there was also the Thousand Guinea Oak, which is still there and in good dark green leaf, six hundred and fifty years old. It was safe, given special food and tested for atypical winds. Through time it has hollowed out and is now home for many creatures.