“The stillness in art characterizes prayer, and the eye of the storm” (Saul Bellow)

Storm clouds gathering over the London Eye.




Another lovely sunny day, so plenty of shade around the garden. The cat loves the sunshine, but she is still shedding (everywhere) her winter coat. So from time to time, she trots from the sunshine to find a cat sized bit of shade:



24th March and the word is shadow. It is a lovely sunny afternoon here in Ayrshire – so plenty of shadows to choose from.

The cat, fascinated by her shadow:


Or me, flapping my coat to look like angel wings (not as easy as it sounds when you are also trying to take a photo!)





Today’s picture was taken last October when we were in Spain.

This  light was above the patio outside the wee cottage we were renting in Andalusia. We sat out there every night, enjoying the peace, the food and (yes) the wine – all just a memory on this cold March morning. (Note the husband, planning the next day’s activities by the light of his Kindle – yes the wifi reached the patio 😎).




Living on the West Coast of Scotland, the chances of our wee bit of the earth (or any of the creatures living on it) being parched is remote. So I was struggling for a photo idea for today’s word, the only thing I could come up with was my empty and rapidly drying out coffee cup – the closest to parched I will be today.



Stepping out…

A wee bit of a cheat today – this picture was taken last Saturday as my husband was stepping out at the edge of Loch Tay. 

The clouds were gathering and his wee walk was about to be cut short. The rest of us were watching from the comfort of the lodge!!

“Your entire life only happens in this moment. The present moment is life itself.”  (Eckhart Tolle). 




Love this picture by George Crawford, taken on the road between West Kilbride and Ardrossan last week. 

Bright splash of colour in what has been a fairly grey and overcast summer so far on the west Coast! (It was glorious today though).


Swaying gently in the breeze

poppies galore blooming with ease

raising their heads up to the sky

smiling widely certainly not shy

Fragile petals warm in the sun

flames of scarlet having fun

black eyes winking in hazy sunlight

dancing merrily for your delight

So when you pass this field of fire

take the time to stop and admire

silken petals with a waxy sheen

against a background of olive green.

Teresa Reck