Come and sit on the front veranda to chat about my new theme. It's from Five Senses by Judith Wright.
While I'm in my five senses
they send me spinning
all sounds and silences,
all shape and colour
as thread for that weaver,
whose web within me growing
follows beyond my knowing
some pattern sprung from nothing-
a rhythm that dances
and is not mine.
In the end I decided not to change much, but I'm going to endeavour to write of the sounds, smells, taste and feel of what is going on around me as well as photographing what I see. The words won't be poetic or the rich thread that Julie weaves so wonderfully in her RIFF ... just a simple exercise in being more aware. I will also try to be more adventerous with some of my photos.
The lingering smell of good food wafting through the doorway was our Sunday brunch ... crisp bacon, golden omelette spinkled with fresh garden herbs, and warm buttered toast on the side ... sorry you're too late.
Psalm 34:8 (New International Version)
Taste and see that the LORD is good;
blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.