Sometimes we don’t notice trees. They are there, quiet and standing silent and we walk past on our daily business and take no notice unless the dogs need to use them. However nature makes sure that we take notice. A fine strong breeze will rattle through the leaves and sing a fine tune and we have to listen and notice the shaking and swaying of the branches and the falling leaves.The heavens will open and we are forced to take shelter under the spread of the natural canopy. Then the sunlight will strike the bark and shine through the branches and create lines and shadows and then we really do have to stop in our tracks and take note. Inspiration for this post was from http://wheresmybackpack.com/2015/04/24/travel-theme-trees/
A bit of history. An old house. In the corner, an old telly and above it the original builder of the house and his t.v. ( nnd gramophone) The tv didn’t work I don’t think but the phone rang out when the landline was rung. This is a place in Scotland, a privately owned house where some people I know rent rooms and I stayed for a few days. I like a place where the feeling of history pervades….
Sometimes I do a search online to buy paper ephemera. I think of this as old autograph books,postcards,photos or any old bits of history that may have a story of times gone by.
things that exist or are used or enjoyed for only a short time.“there were papers, letters, old boxes—all sorts of ephemera”This black and white really tatty photo is a from my own family album one but I have not found out whose schooldays it is depicting. I just like its barely there feeling, children who once were, waiting with great expectation ……….