Elemental

Elemental

You walk in
The shadows
Of my mind.
On the periphery
Of visual acuity.
Ghostly imprinting
Upon the memory.
The smallest element
Of an image held,
A sensory development,
Processed in neurons,
Burnt upon the retina.
I reflect upon all
That you were that
Cannot be captured
In pixels, paint or prose.
In truth, you had us
All enraptured.
I cannot transpose
Your essence which
Remains, in perpetuity
Upon my soul,
A picture of evanescence.

Thanks to Helen for coming round all my local charity shops today, to help me find inspirational pieces to use in my work. So very glad you spotted the glass bowl! Hope you like how I’ve used it today.

Bleeding Heart

I’ve always loved the Bleeding Heart plant.

My own heart still aches terribly at the loss of our dear, little Pixel.

This weekend, though, has brought some much needed warmth and healing with the love of family and friends.

These little hearts are from me to you xxx

Heartwarming

It was warm and peaceful at RHS Wisley Gardens today. Only time can heal the heartbreak of loosing our precious Pixel but the simple pleasures of nature and beauty did put some warmth back into my heart.

Thank you, all, for your kind thoughts and messages. Simon and I really appreciate them.

In Memoriam

There’s a new star
In the sky tonight.
Pixel.
I’ve never found it so hard
To photograph, to write.
He is lost from this world now.
He burned so bright in life.
He shone.
Suddenly he is gone
And I am lost.

Daily Prompt: The Zone
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LOST.

It’s strange that today’s prompt should be LOST. It brought the tears welling up again. The last time I got my lighting out to photograph one of my Orchids, Pixel was trying to eat the plant nearly as fast as I could photograph. This is an empty house today yet filled with grief.

Moonlight Shadow

Daily Prompt: Weaving the Threads

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.

Photographers, show us SHARING.

Today, following The Daily Prompt, I’ve created a photomontage for you that shares elements of superstition and symbolism.

There are three different photographs of mine included. My photo of the day, Pixel sat on the windowsill. Black cats are symbols of good luck, bad luck, magic and many other superstitions, depending on where you are in the world.

The moon is a symbol of magic also. It was once worshipped as a god or goddess and is often linked to the feminine. Of course it is also symbolic of insanity and of transformation.

Butterflies are symbolic of the soul, transformation and love. They can be seen as omens of both good and bad luck, again depending on where you live in the world.

So there you have it, three seemingly unrelated images, connected by shared symbolism to create a whole!

A Most Unusual Flower

I went out around our garden photographing the new flowers coming out and trying to picture some of our birds and butterflies.

Having a small black cat stalk your every movement, all around the communal gardens, doesn’t help much when it comes to the birds and butterflies!

He chased off two Holly Blues, tried to eat a bee and then ran away from the big fluffy cat from up the road. It had positioned itself directly under a bird box, waiting very patiently, with a family of blue tits inside!

I shall have to keep an eye on that bird box!

Anyway, looking through the pictures I took, I decided that the prettiest flower of all was definitely our little Pixel 🙂

Yes, You!

Poor Pixel, it’s been a horrible, rainy day so he’s not been out!

He’s been sulking on the windowsill but still looks, somehow, angelic 😉

Who? Me!

Well? Are you coming outside or not Pixel?

Caturday

Pixel has got the right idea today!

Stretch……….

……… and sleep

Pixel Does The Pruning

We decided that it was the perfect weekend to introduce Pixel to the big wide world.

Having a cat that likes to eat any plant that’s within his reach could prove extremely helpful but at the same time I’m waiting for him to chow down on something that really doesn’t agree with his tummy!

Today he decided that the narcissus leaves needed a bit of a tidy up now that the flowers have finished.

He’s absolutely right but I explained that we don’t trim them, we tie them in a knot and allow them to die back naturally.

He was a bit miffed at that, so he disappeared through a fox hole under the fence until dinner time!

Teenage tantrum?!