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Category: still life

  • Inventory of the Tide Line

    Inventory of the Tide Line

    The beach reveals its secrets in a narrow strip, a ribbon of refusal where the ocean has spat back what it cannot digest. I walk this margin between two kingdoms, neither fully of the water nor the land, and I am hunting—though for what, I cannot say.

    Shell on beach

    A shell first. Bivalve, broken, the color of a bruise healing. Its inner surface catches the light like mother-of-pearl, though it is only calcium carbonate arranged with accidental artistry. The creature who built this fortress is long gone, consumed or dissolved, and what remains is architecture without an architect. I turn it in my palm. The hinge still works, opening and closing on a history I cannot read. How many tides did this shell survive intact before arriving here, halved, at my feet? The ocean is a kind of time machine, delivering ancient news without commentary.

    Shells and driftwood

    Driftwood next, the size of my forearm, bleached bone-white by salt and sun. It is smooth as something loved, handled, though no human hand shaped this particular curve. The wood grain shows in silver-gray whorls—Douglas fir, perhaps, or cedar—impossible to know now that the tree is this far from its first life. There are bore holes, tiny as pin pricks, where marine worms feasted in the years this timber floated. Shipwreck? Windfall? The beach does not distinguish between disaster and the ordinary catastrophes of falling. Everything here has drowned its way to a second chance.

    Pinecone on the beach

    I nearly miss the pine cone wedged between two stones. How improbable, this meeting of forest and sea. The cone is closed tight as a fist, its scales sealed against the salt air, still holding whatever promise of propagation brought it into being. It must have tumbled from a coastal pine, rolled down a creek swollen with winter rain, been carried by the current to this unlikely grave. Or shrine. The beach makes no distinction. I wonder if the seeds inside are still viable, if given soil and time they might yet become trees. But the cone will not open here. The fire it was engineered to survive has been replaced by water, which is the wrong catalyst entirely.

    Seaweed

    Seaweed sprawls in a tangle, kelp torn from its holdfast in some recent storm. The bulbs at the ends of the blades are punctured and deflated now, those gas-filled balloons that kept the fronds upright in the underwater forest, reaching for the sun. Now they lie collapsed, drying from deep olive-brown to something almost black. Already the flies have found it. The smell is salt and rot and iodine, the smell of life rearranging itself into new forms. I pick up a blade and feel the slippery weight of it, still supple, not quite ready to surrender into sand. This kelp may have been alive yesterday. The ocean is both urgent and patient, taking what it pleases, when it pleases.

    Stones on the beach

    And stones, always stones. I choose one from the thousands, drawn by nothing I can name. It is the size of a plum, granite, speckled white and black and rose. Rounded by centuries of tumbling, it sits in my hand with the weight of deep time. Every stone is a clock running backward, each wave reducing it incrementally, returning it molecule by molecule to sand. This one is already smooth, patient, nearly featureless. In another thousand years it will be smaller. In ten thousand, perhaps gone. I am a flicker in the stone’s existence, a momentary warmth.

    The philosopher Heraclitus said we cannot step in the same river twice. But he said nothing about the beach, which is both more and less constant than a river. The water changes, yes, but so does the land. Every tide rearranges the inventory. Tomorrow these objects will be gone, buried or claimed by the next high water. New ones will arrive: a jellyfish like collapsed silk, a fishing float from Japan, a gull’s feather. The beach is a museum with a rotating collection, curated by chaos, open to anyone willing to walk the margins and look down.

    I pocket the stone. The rest I leave where I found them, or near enough. The beach does not require my curation. It has been assembling and disassembling these collections since before there were eyes to see them, and it will continue long after. I am only a visitor here, a temporary witness to this particular arrangement of beautiful wreckage, walking the thin line where the world’s two great bodies meet and neither can claim final victory.

    The sun is lower now. The shadows of the stones grow long. I turn back the way I came, following my own footprints filling slowly with seawater, already disappearing.

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    100 endangered plant and animal species

    * Abies beshanzuensis (Baishan fir) – Plant (Tree) – Baishanzu Mountain, Zhejiang, China – Three mature individuals

    * Actinote zikani – Insect (butterfly) – Near São Paulo, Atlantic forest, Brazil – Unknown numbers

    * Aipysurus foliosquama (Leaf scaled sea-snake) – Reptile – Ashmore Reef and Hibernia Reef, Timor Sea – Unknown numbers * Amanipodagrion gilliesi (Amani flatwing) – Insect (damselfly) – Amani-Sigi Forest, Usamabara Mountains, Tanzania – < 500 individuals * Antisolabis seychellensis – Insect – Morne Blanc, Mahé island, Seychelles – Unknown numbers * Antilophia bokermanni (Araripe manakin) – Bird – Chapado do Araripe, South Ceará, Brazil – 779 individuals * Aphanius transgrediens (Aci Göl toothcarp) – Fish – south-eastern shore of former Lake Aci, Turkey – Few hundred pairs * Aproteles bulmerae (Bulmer’s fruit bat) – Mammal – Luplupwintern Cave, Western Province, Papua New Guinea – 150 * Ardea insignis (White bellied heron) – Bird – Bhutan, North East India and Myanmar – 70–400 individuals * Ardeotis nigriceps (Great Indian bustard) – Bird – Rajasthan, Gujarat, Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka and Madhya, India – 50–249 mature individuals * Astrochelys yniphora (Ploughshare tortoise) – Reptile – Baly Bay region, northwestern Madagascar – 440–770 * Atelopus balios (Rio Pescado stubfoot toad) – Amphibian – Azuay, Cañar and Guyas provinces, south-western Ecuador – Unknown numbers * Aythya innotata (Madagascar pochard) – Bird – volcanic lakes north of Bealanana, Madagascar – 80 mature individuals * Azurina eupalama (Galapagos damsel fish) – Fish – Unknown numbers – Unknown numbers * Bahaba taipingensis (Giant yellow croaker) – Fish – Chinese coast from Yangtze River, China to Hong Kong – Unknown numbers * Batagur baska (Common batagur) – Reptile (turtle) – Bangladesh, Cambodia, India, Indonesia and Malaysia – Unknown numbers * Bazzania bhutanica – Plant – Budini and Lafeti Khola, Bhutan – 2 sub-populations * Beatragus hunteri (Hirola) – Mammal (antelope) – South-east Kenya and possibly south-west Somalia – < 1,000 individuals * Bombus franklini (Franklin’s bumblebee) – Insect (bee) – Oregon and California – Unknown numbers * Brachyteles hypoxanthus (Northern muriqui / Woolly spider monkey) – Mammal (primate) – Atlantic forest, south-eastern Brazil – < 1,000 * Bradypus pygmaeus (Pygmy three-toed sloth) – Mammal – Isla Escudo de Veraguas, Panama – < 500 * Callitriche pulchra – Plant (freshwater) – pool on Gavdos, Greece – Unknown numbers * Calumma tarzan (Tarzan’s chameleon) – Reptile – Anosibe An’Ala region, eastern Madagascar – < 100 * Cavia intermedia (Santa Catarina’s guinea pig) – Mammal (rodent) – Moleques do Sul Island, Santa Catarina, Brazil – 40–60 * Cercopithecus roloway (Roloway guenon) – Mammal (primate) – Côte d’Ivoire – Unknown numbers * Coleura seychellensis (Seychelles sheath-tailed bat) – Mammal (bat) – Two small caves on Silhouette and Mahé, Seychelles – < 100 * Cryptomyces maximus (Willow blister) – Fungi – Pembrokeshire, United Kingdom – Unknown numbers * Cryptotis nelsoni (Nelson’s small-eared shrew) – Mammal (shrew) – Volcán San Martín Tuxtla, Veracruz, Mexico – Unknown numbers * Cyclura collei (Jamaican iguana / Jamaican rock iguana) – Reptile – Hellshire Hills, Jamaica – Unknown numbers * Daubentonia madagascariensis (Aye-aye) – Mammal (primate) – Deciduous forest, East Madagascar – Unknown numbers * Dendrophylax fawcettii (Cayman Islands ghost orchid) – Plant (orchid) – Ironwood Forest, George Town, Grand Cayman – Unknown numbers * Dicerorhinus sumatrensis (Sumatran rhino) – Mammal (rhino) – Sabah, Sarawak and Peninsular Malaysia, Kalimantan and Sumatra, Indonesia – < 100 (more recent estimates suggest 34-47) * Diomedea amsterdamensis (Amsterdam albatross) – Bird – Breeds on Plateuau des Tourbières, Amsterdam Island, Indian Ocean. – 100 mature individuals * Dioscorea strydomiana (Wild yam) – Plant – Oshoek area, Mpumalanga, South Africa – 200 * Diospyros katendei – Plant (tree) – Kasyoha-Kitomi Forest Reserve, Uganda – 20 individuals in a single population * Dipterocarpus lamellatus – Plant (tree) – Siangau Forest Reserve, Sabah, Malaysia – 12 individuals * Discoglossus nigriventer (Hula painted frog) – Amphibian – Hula Valley, Israel – Unknown numbers * Dombeya mauritiana – Plant – Mauritius – Unknown numbers * Elaeocarpus bojeri (Bois Dentelle) – Plant (tree) – Grand Bassin, Mauritius – < 10 individuals * Eleutherodactylus glandulifer (La Hotte glanded frog) – Amphibian – Massif de la Hotte, Haiti – Unknown numbers * Eleutherodactylus thorectes (Macaya breast-spot frog) – Amphibian – Formon and Macaya peaks, Masif de la Hotte, Haiti – Unknown numbers * Eriosyce chilensis (Chilenito (cactus)) – Plant – Pta Molles and Pichidungui, Chile – < 500 individuals * Erythrina schliebenii (Coral tree) – Plant – Namatimbili-Ngarama Forest, Tanzania – < 50 individuals * Euphorbia tanaensis – Plant (tree) – Witu Forest Reserve, Kenya – 4 mature individuals * Eurynorhyncus pygmeus (Spoon-billed sandpiper) – Bird – Breeds in Russia, migrates along the East Asian-Australasian Flyway to wintering grounds in India, Bangladesh and Myanmar – 100 breeding pairs * Ficus katendei – Plant – Kasyoha-Kitomi Forest Reserve, Ishasha River, Uganda – < 50 mature individuals * Geronticus eremita (Northern bald ibis) – Bird – Breeds in Morocco, Turkey and Syria. Syrian population winters in central Ethiopia. – About 3000 individuals * Gigasiphon macrosiphon – Plant (flower) – Kaya Muhaka, Gongoni and Mrima Forest Reserves, Kenya, Amani Nature Reserve, West Kilombero Scarp Forest Reserve, and Kihansi Gorge, Tanzania – 33 * Gocea ohridana – Mollusc – Lake Ohrid, Macedonia – Unknown numbers * Heleophryne rosei (Table mountain ghost frog) – Amphibian – Table Mountain, Western Cape Province, South Africa – Unknown numbers * Hemicycla paeteliana – Mollusc (land snail) – Jandia peninsula, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands – Unknown numbers * Heteromirafa sidamoensis (Liben lark) – Bird – Liben Plains, southern Ethiopia – 90–256 * Hibiscadelphus woodii – Plant (tree) – Kalalau Valley, Hawaii – Unknown numbers * Hucho perryi (Sakhalin taimen) – Fish – Russian and Japanese rivers, Pacific Ocean between Russia and Japan – Unknown numbers * Johora singaporensis (Singapore freshwater crab) – Crustacean – Bukit Timah Nature Reserve and streamlet near Bukit Batok, Singapore – Unknown numbers * Lathyrus belinensis (Belin vetchling) – Plant – Outskirts of Belin village, Antalya, Turkey – < 1,000 * Leiopelma archeyi (Archey’s frog) – Amphibian – Coromandel peninsula and Whareorino Forest, New Zealand – Unknown numbers * Lithobates sevosus (Dusky gopher frog) – Amphibian – Harrison County, Mississippi, USA – 60–100 * Lophura edwardsi (Edwards’s pheasant) – Bird – Quang Binh, Quang Tri and Thua Thien-Hue, Viet Nam – Unknown numbers * Magnolia wolfii – Plant (tree) – Risaralda, Colombia – 3 * Margaritifera marocana – Mollusc – Oued Denna, Oued Abid and Oued Beth, Morocco – < 250 * Moominia willii – Mollusc (snail) – Silhouette Island, Seychelles – < 500 * Natalus primus (Cuban greater funnel eared bat) – Mammal (bat) – Cueva La Barca, Isle of Pines, Cuba – < 100 * Nepenthes attenboroughii (Attenborough’s pitcher plant) – Plant – Mount Victoria, Palawan, Philippines – Unknown numbers * Nomascus hainanus (Hainan black crested gibbon) – Mammal (primate) – Hainan Island, China – 20 * Neurergus kaiseri (Luristan newt) – Amphibian – Zagros Mountains, Lorestan, Iran – < 1,000 * Oreocnemis phoenix (Mulanje red damsel) – Insect (damselfly) – Mulanje Plateau, Malawi – Unknown numbers * Pangasius sanitwongsei (Pangasid catfish) – Fish – Chao Phraya and Mekong basins in Cambodia, China, Lao PDR, Thailand and Viet Nam – Unknown numbers * Parides burchellanus – Insect (butterfly) – Cerrado, Brazil – < 100 * Phocoena sinus (Vaquita) – Mammal (porpoise) – Northern Gulf of California, Mexico – 12 * Picea neoveitchii (Type of spruce tree) – Plant (tree) – Qinling Range, China – Unknown numbers * Pinus squamata (Qiaojia pine) – Plant (tree) – Qiaojia, Yunnan, China – < 25 * Poecilotheria metallica (Gooty tarantula / Metallic tarantula / Peacock tarantula / Salepurgu) – Spider – Nandyal and Giddalur, Andhra Pradesh, India – Unknown numbers * Pomarea whitneyi (Fatuhiva monarch) – Bird – Fatu Hiva, Marquesas Islands, French Polynesia – 50 * Pristis pristis (Common sawfish) – Fish – Coastal tropical and subtropical waters of Indo-Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. Currently largely restricted to northern Australia – Unknown numbers * Hapalemur simus (Greater bamboo lemur) – Mammal (primate) – Southeastern and southcentral rainforests of Madagascar – 500 * Propithecus candidus (Silky sifaka) – Mammal (primate) – Maroantsetra to Andapa basin, and Marojeju Massif, Madagascar – 100–1,000 * Psammobates geometricus (Geometric tortoise) – Reptile – Western Cape Province, South Africa – Unknown numbers * Pseudoryx nghetinhensis (Saola) – Mammal – Annamite mountains, on the Viet Nam – PDR Laos border – Unknown numbers * Psiadia cataractae – Plant – Mauritius – Unknown numbers * Psorodonotus ebneri (Beydaglari bush-cricket) – Insect – Beydaglari range, Antalaya, Turkey – Unknown numbers * Rafetus swinhoei (Red River giant softshell turtle) – Reptile – Hoan Kiem Lake and Dong Mo Lake, Viet Nam, and Suzhou Zoo, China – 3 * Rhinoceros sondaicus (Javan rhino) – Mammal (rhino) – Ujung Kulon National Park, Java, Indonesia – < 100 * Rhinopithecus avunculus (Tonkin snub-nosed monkey) – Mammal (primate) – Northeastern Vietnam – < 200 * Rhizanthella gardneri (West Australian underground orchid) – Plant (orchid) – Western Australia, Australia – < 100 * Rhynchocyon spp. (Boni giant sengi) – Mammal – Boni-Dodori Forest, Lamu area, Kenya – Unknown numbers * Risiocnemis seidenschwarzi (Cebu frill-wing) – Insect (damselfly) – Rivulet beside the Kawasan River, Cebu, Philippines – Unknown numbers * Rosa arabica – Plant – St Katherine Mountains, Egypt – Unknown numbers, 10 sub-populations * Salanoia durrelli (Durrell’s vontsira) – Mammal (mongoose) – Marshes of Lake Alaotra, Madagascar – Unknown numbers * Santamartamys rufodorsalis (Red crested tree rat) – Mammal (rodent) – Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, Colombia – Unknown numbers * Scaturiginichthys vermeilipinnis (Red-finned blue-eye) – Fish – Edgbaston Station, central western Queensland, Australia – 2,000–4,000 * Squatina squatina (Angel shark) – Fish – Canary Islands – Unknown numbers * Sterna bernsteini (Chinese crested tern) – Bird – Breeding in Zhejiang and Fujian, China. Outside breeding season in Indonesia, Malaysia, Philippines, Taiwan, Thailand. – < 50 * Syngnathus watermeyeri (Estuarine pipefish) – Fish – Kariega Estuary to East Kleinemonde Estuary, Eastern Cape Province, South Africa – Unknown numbers * Tahina spectabilis (Suicide palm / Dimaka) – Plant – Analalava district, north-western Madagascar – 90 * Telmatobufo bullocki (Bullock’s false toad) – Amphibian (frog) – Nahuelbuta, Arauco Province, Chile – Unknown numbers * Tokudaia muenninki (Okinawa spiny rat) – Mammal (rodent) – Okinawa Island, Japan – Unknown numbers * Trigonostigma somphongsi (Somphongs’s rasbora) – Fish – Mae Khlong basin, Thailand – Unknown numbers * Valencia letourneuxi – Fish – Southern Albania and Western Greece – Unknown numbers * Voanioala gerardii (Forest coconut) – Plant – Masoala peninsula, Madagascar – < 10 * Zaglossus attenboroughi (Attenborough’s echidna) – Mammal – Cyclops Mountains, Papua Province, Indonesia – Unknown numbers

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  • The Well Man at Evening’s Door

    The Well Man at Evening’s Door

    Evening light differs
    From morning’s golden promise
    Both bless the same earth

    Took this in the park in Cardiff

    Here stands one man, silver threading his temples, morning mirror showing lines like rivers carved by time’s patient hand. Sixty-seven winters behind, maybe ten, maybe twenty summers ahead—who knows the counting of Creator’s mathematics? Still he wakes each dawn asking the great question: what purpose burns in these old bones?

    Well man, good man, but world whispers confusion in his ears. Society machine tells him: retire, rest, fade into background like yesterday’s newspaper. But his soul—ah, his soul burns bright as noon sun, ideas flowing like spring rivers after winter’s breaking. Experience accumulates like treasures in deep caves of memory. Wisdom grows thick as ancient oak roots, spreading underground where no one sees but feeling everything.

    This is the great paradox, the beautiful wrestling: body aging like autumn leaves, but mind expanding like universe itself. He knows things now—real things, true things. How love matters more than money-making. How kindness ripples through world like stones thrown in still water. How one well word can heal wounds deeper than doctor’s medicine.

    Yet world-machine keeps grinding, making noise: “Too old, too late, step aside for young lions.” But well man knows secret truth—wisdom is not young thing, not hasty thing. Wisdom is patient fire, burning slow and steady, lighting paths for others walking in darkness.

    Every morning he rises like warrior preparing for battle, not against enemies but against despair, against the small voice saying “finished, done, nothing left.” No! Life is great story still being written. Each day new page, new possibility for goodness to flow through willing vessel.

    Well man at evening of life discovers morning never really ends—just changes color, becomes deeper, more beautiful. Like wine aging in cellar, growing richer, more complex, more valuable with time passing. His purpose not shrinking but concentrating, becoming pure essence of what matters most.

    This is why every breath sacred, every heartbeat holy drum calling him forward. Not to great achievements world measures, but to small-great things: listening deeply to grandchild’s story, helping neighbor carry heavy burden, sharing hard-earned wisdom with anyone who stops to hear.

    Well man, well life, well purpose—never too late for goodness to bloom, never too old for love to find new ways of flowing. Evening light different from morning light, but both beautiful, both necessary, both blessing from Creator’s generous hand.

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  • Elegance in Blue

    Elegance in Blue

    There’s something about this image that quiets the noise in my head. It’s not just a flower—it’s the iris, regal in its posture, soft yet striking in its hue. That shade of blue, almost whispering lilac, feels like a memory I never lived but somehow still know. The petals fold like silk caught in a breeze, elegant and deliberate, each line a testament to nature’s precision and grace.

    I think I love this image because it captures fragility without weakness. The iris doesn’t scream for attention—it simply exists, calm and sure of its beauty. The contrast between the softness of the petals and the structure of the stem reminds me that strength can look gentle, too.

    And maybe it’s the way the bud sits below the bloom, full of promise, not yet opened but already perfect. It feels like a moment paused, a breath held between what was and what will be. This flower doesn’t just represent beauty—it feels like hope. Silent. Still. But alive.

    My other Iris post.

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  • Chrysanthemum Art

    Chrysanthemum Art

    Chrysanthemums have been a popular subject in art for centuries, celebrated for their beauty and symbolism. Here are some famous paintings and artistic works featuring chrysanthemums:

    Chrysanthemum

    Claude Monet

    Monet, the French Impressionist master, painted several works featuring chrysanthemums. In his characteristic style, he captures their vibrant colors and delicate textures, showcasing their charm. His painting “Chrysanthemums” is a striking example of how Impressionists used light and color to bring flowers to life.

    Pierre-Auguste Renoir

    Renoir, another Impressionist, was also captivated by chrysanthemums. His painting “Chrysanthemums” features a vase overflowing with the blooms, emphasizing their lushness and intricate forms. Renoir’s brushwork highlights the flowers’ natural beauty.

    Van Gogh

    While Van Gogh is most famous for his sunflowers, he also painted chrysanthemums. His still-life works featuring these flowers reflect his love of vibrant colors and his ability to imbue still objects with emotional depth.

    Ito Jakuchu

    Ito Jakuchu, a Japanese Edo-period artist, created intricate and vibrant scrolls of chrysanthemums. His work reflects the flower’s importance in Japanese culture and combines realism with a sense of spiritual elegance.

    Qi Baishi

    Qi Baishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, often depicted chrysanthemums in his works. Using expressive brushstrokes and ink washes, he captured their essence with simplicity and depth.

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  • Trapped in a red dream

    Trapped in a red dream

    In a world of red;
    Fragments of a dream undone,
    Nowhere leads to home.

    Red rose
    Whispers of Scarlet

    I’m… somewhere, though I can’t tell where. Black. Red. That’s all there is. Not a sound, not really, just the echo of my own footsteps… or are they even mine? It doesn’t matter. I blink and—there it is, again—the red rose. Again. Too perfect, too bright. It shouldn’t be here, but it is. Silky petals, so soft they must be fake, almost glowing, bleeding their colour into the air around them. No thorns. Why no thorns? A rose should have thorns. It feels wrong… out of place. Is it floating? I can’t tell. Maybe it’s me who’s floating. My hand stretches out to touch it—wait, no. That’s not right. Something shifts, jerks my focus.

    Red rose without thorns;
    Floating in the blackened air,
    Too soft to be real.

    Hawthorn red berries
    Nature’s Crimson Cascade

    Red berries. They dangle, sway just slightly, so red, like drops of blood frozen mid-fall. They don’t belong here. Hawthorn berries? Yeah, yeah that’s what they are. Why are they here? Hanging. Waiting. I want to pluck one, taste it maybe, but—no. Not safe. They look like they’d taste like iron. Bitterness. Do berries even taste like iron? I don’t know. I think… maybe they do. They shimmer in the dark, this glossy red, almost inviting. A trap. Gotta keep moving.

    Hawthorn berries hang;
    Blood drops frozen in the dark,
    Bitter in the night.

    Crimson red silk cloth
    Veil of Crimson Dreams

    Something brushes past me—smooth, too smooth. It’s red too. It’s silk. A cloth, red silk, draping down from… from where? Can’t see the top. It’s just there, like a curtain, but no stage, no audience. It shifts, barely. Touching it feels like slipping into a memory I can’t quite catch. I try to hold onto the thought, but it slips away, just like the cloth. It’s gone. It’s still here, but gone. Don’t ask me how. My fingers are empty now, though.

    Red silk softly falls;
    Whispers of a fading dream,
    Slips away from touch.

    Red maple leaf - acer
    Autumnal Ember

    The path, if it’s a path, dark, black, empty. Then… then there’s this leaf. A red maple leaf. Still, like it’s been pressed flat between the pages of a book I can’t read. But I see it. I see it clear. The veins in the leaf look like cracks, tiny, sharp cracks splitting through the red. Red. Of course, it’s red. That’s all there is. But why this leaf? Why now? It’s autumn, I think. Or maybe not. I forget. It’s too perfect, like the rose, but this one feels colder. Fragile. It’s waiting for something. For me? I don’t know.

    Maple leaf in red;
    Cracks spreading through quiet veins,
    Fragile autumn waits.

    I’m still walking, I think, though maybe I’m not…

    What kind of dream world would you like to visit?

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  • 🌸Take a Moment🌸

    🌸Take a Moment🌸

    As in William Wordsworth’s timeless verse, I found myself wandering through the vast expanse of my thoughts. Just as the poet mused upon a solitary cloud drifting aimlessly, I too ponder the intricacies of life and nature.

    In each petal, life,
    🌸Courage rises from the soil,🌸
    In each bloom, a sigh

    Flowers – these unexpected bursts of colour and fragrance, have captivated humanity since the dawn of time. We find ourselves drawn to their delicate forms, their vibrant hues that seem to defy the boundaries of the natural world. Perhaps it is their fleeting existence that gives them such power. They are a poignant reminder of the relentless cycle of life, death, and rebirth, blooming with an energy that seems to defy their inevitable wilt.

    Is it the velvety caress of a rose petal, the intricacy of stamen and pistil in a lily, or the heady perfume of a jasmine vine that speaks to our soul? Or is it something deeper, a connection to a forgotten past, a memory of Eden etched into our collective unconscious?

    Take a moment, dear reader, to pause in your hurried existence. Let your gaze linger on the beauty of a floral arrangement. Inhale the subtle perfume.  Allow yourself to be transported to a realm of tranquillity, a space where worries dissipate and the simple beauty of existence takes centre stage.

    What whispers do the flowers share with you? What resonates within your soul when you behold their fleeting splendour? Share your thoughts in the comments below, let us delve together into the allure of flowers. If you feel, write a blog and leave a link.

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  • Sipping Sunshine

    Sipping Sunshine

    “The fading warmth lingers in memories, a bittersweet echo of carefree moments that danced with the breeze.”

    Anthony
    Summer breeze. Took this photo in the summer.
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    Quench yourself with the taste of summer in every sip! This non-alcoholic delight combines the floral notes of elderflower cordial, a zesty twist of lemon, and the aromatic essence of juniper berries, topped off with a fragrant sprig of rosemary. As the sun sets on summer, let each drop transport you back to those sunny memories. Embrace the refreshing concoction of flavours – it’s not just a drink, it’s a celebration of summer’s farewell. Indulge – taste the essence of sunshine in a glass! 🌞🍹

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  • Daffodils: More Than Just a Pretty Flower

    Daffodils: More Than Just a Pretty Flower

    Daffodils are one of the most popular spring flowers, with their cheerful yellow petals and sweet fragrance. But did you know that daffodils also have a long history of medicinal uses? Ley’s explore some of the fascinating facts and benefits of these beautiful blooms.

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    Daffodils belong to the genus Narcissus, which includes about 50 species and thousands of cultivars. They are native to Europe, North Africa, and Asia, and have been cultivated for centuries. The name Narcissus comes from the Greek myth of a handsome youth who fell in love with his own reflection in a pool of water, fell in, and drowned. The gods turned him into a flower that bears his name. I guess this is where the word narcissist comes from.

    I found this daffodil bulb down the back of my potting table and thought it was very interesting. I photographed it on a sheet of white paper.

    Daffodils have been used regularly in folk and traditional medicine, for in addition to the well-documented sickness-inducing properties, extracts can produce numbness, hallucinations, convulsions and cardiac effects, as well as being used for centuries in cancer treatments. The Greek physician Hippocrates, known as the father of medicine, recommended daffodil oil for uterine tumours. Roman Pliny the Elder suggested topical use of the oil. The bulbs have also been used to treat tumours in North Africa, in Central America, in Arabian medicine, and in Chinese medicine during the Middle Ages. Traditional Japanese medicine uses the root to treat wounds.

    The reason why daffodils have such potent effects is because they contain various alkaloids, which are nitrogen-containing organic compounds that have a range of biological activities. Some of the alkaloids found in daffodils are lycorine, galantamine, haemanthamine, and narciclasine. These alkaloids have different effects on the body, such as inducing vomiting, inhibiting acetylcholinesterase, disrupting microtubules, and inducing apoptosis.

    One of the most promising alkaloids in daffodils is galantamine, which has been shown to improve cognitive function and slow down the progression of Alzheimer’s disease. Galantamine works by inhibiting acetylcholinesterase, an enzyme that breaks down acetylcholine, a neurotransmitter that is involved in memory and learning. By increasing the levels of acetylcholine in the brain, galantamine can enhance cognitive performance and reduce the symptoms of dementia.

    Another alkaloid that has potential anti-cancer properties is narciclasine, which has been found to inhibit the growth and invasion of various types of cancer cells, such as glioblastoma, breast, lung, colon, and prostate cancer. Narciclasine works by disrupting the microtubules, which are structures that help the cells divide and move. By interfering with the microtubules, narciclasine can induce cell death and prevent tumour formation.

    However, before you rush to your garden and start eating daffodils, be warned that they are not safe for consumption. All parts of the plant are poisonous, and can cause severe skin irritation, nausea, vomiting, diarrhoea, and abdominal pain. In larger doses, they can cause more serious side effects, such as hallucinations, convulsions, cardiac arrhythmias, and even death. There have been numerous cases of people who have mistaken the bulbs for onions or garlic, or the stems and leaves for chives, and have become seriously ill or died after eating them. Therefore, it is best to consult a healthcare provider before using any products that contain daffodil extracts.

    Daffodils are more than just pretty flowers. They are also a source of powerful compounds that have a range of medicinal uses. However, they are also very toxic and should be handled with care.

    I hope you enjoyed this blog and learned something new. Thank you for reading! 😊

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  • The Ticking Time Bomb

    The Ticking Time Bomb

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    As I walked along the deserted pier, the sound of the crying waves echoed in my ears. The sky was overcast and the only light came from the faint glow of a four-faced clock. As I approached it, I noticed that each face displayed a different time – how odd. It left me feeling uneasy, as if I had stumbled upon something I wasn’t supposed to see.

    I heard a soft rustling in the darkness behind me. I turned to see a just visible old fisherman sitting on a nearby bench. He looked up at me and nodded in acknowledgement. I walked over to him and hesitantly asked about the clock. He looked at me with a mix of sadness and confusion, as if he was grappling with something, and had been for the longest time. Something beyond his understanding.

    “The clock represents the shambles that is the state of the Earth,” he said slowly. “Each face symbolises one of the four primordial elements of earth, water, air, and fire. They are out of sync; caused by the climate crisis.”

    I listened intently, trying to grasp the significance of his words. In a daze, I turned to the clock and studied it carefully. It was as if the clock was alive, its hands moving at different speeds, each face telling a different story. The air face showed a time of destruction, the earth face showed a time of decay, the water face showed a time of flood, and the fire face showed a time of burning.

    Suddenly, I felt a sense of urgency. I turned back to the old fisherman to ask him what needed to be done, but he was gone. The bench was empty, as if he had never been there. I looked around, but there was no sign of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

    As I walked, trancelike from the clock, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been witness to something otherworldly that I just couldn’t comprehend. The four-faced clock had shown me a glimpse of the state of the Earth, a warning of what was to come if we didn’t act soon. It has shown me that time is running out. Then I heard the old fisherman in the wave’s whispers, “The time for action is now.”

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  • Empty Chair Full Of Memories

    Empty Chair Full Of Memories

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    As I gaze upon the empty chair with its colourful crocheted blanket draped over the back and a soft cushion on the seat, memories flood my mind. This chair was once occupied by a woman who lived a long and fulfilling life. Born in 1930, she had witnessed the world change in ways unimaginable to her younger self.

    She would often sit here, her aged body taking comfort in the softness of the cushion, the warmth of the blanket enveloping her. Her stories would flow like a river, taking me on a journey through time. She had seen wars, economic depressions, and technological advancements that would make her head spin.

    But through it all, she remained steadfast, her love for life undiminished. The crocheted blanket and cushion were her constant companions, comforting her in moments of solitude and providing warmth in chilly evenings.

    And then, one day, she was gone. The chair remained, but it was empty. The crocheted blanket and cushion still rested on the chair, but they were no longer needed. The chair was no longer a place of comfort and companionship, but a reminder of what was lost.

    Next to the chair stands an old Aga stove, a faithful companion to the lady who once sat in the chair. The kettle still sits atop, the tea towels drying, waiting for their owner to return. But she never will.

    The chair, the crocheted blanket, the cushion, the Aga stove, all relics of a time gone by. A time when things were simpler, when people took comfort in the warmth of a fire, the company of loved ones, and the joy of a hand-crafted blanket.

    As I sit here, looking at the empty chair, I am reminded of the transience of life. Of how we come and go, leaving behind memories and objects that once held great meaning but now remain as only reminders of what was. The empty chair is a symbol of the passing of time, of the impermanence of all things.

    In the end, as I look closer, I see the beauty in the impermanence. The chair and its bits and pieces may no longer serve their original purpose, but they remain as reminders of a life lived to the fullest. A life filled with love, joy, and companionship. And in that, there is comfort, knowing that even though she is gone, the memory of the lady who once occupied this place will live on forever.

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