At The Limit

Greetings, I start by  apologising for the poor quality of these pics. They were taken at the limit of the digital zoom that I was using, through a window. The reason I am sharing though, is to celebrate the signs of the times; and an ‘Indian Summer’ that is just coming to its end.

Recently, I tweeted ‘There was never a September so lovely, as has just passed. And now, one full week into October, I can still see butterflies at my window!’

For myself, I am very grateful for the unexpected state of meteorological clemency, which since August, we Brits have enjoyed. (We must have done something good!)

So, please enjoy the pics for what they are, a celebration of something good.

Why I feel so strongly about butterflies, is because I remember the decades when they were a rare sight in our lands. During my youth this saddened me. In the early ’70s, I counted up to none for a couple of years running. Their numbers though, have been recovering for decades. I have, however, never counted as many of these bright, elusive creatures as have been flitting happily around us here since August.

Can anyone remember that fantastic Dutch crop circle* from 2009? Kudos to the folk who constructed that one, it was very clever, (I suspect a zeitgeist is involved with the making of these things.)

With that, I bid you peace, and the blessing of an informed and rational optimism. Namaste from **Amras Arcamenel.

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We can easily forgive a child for being afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. ~ Plato

 

*http://www.colinandrews.net/2009-ButterflyMan-Netherlands.html

**Amras being the name of an elf, and Arcamenel, meaning ‘Pray to Heaven’. from Tolkien’s Quenya, an elvish language.

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The Dreams of A Druid

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Namaste dear world.  From the forests of a childhood – and the dreams of a Druid. these pics were taken some years ago, when I could still get around with just a stick. They were taken close to the places, here in England, where I have lived the longest. Many tree-topped hills of mystical repute, and beauty have surrounded me, and accompanied me through the best, and worst of times.

 

Outside my window, the late Spring is opening so very slowly, it’s almost as if it’s afraid that it will get caught in the snow, again.  The above pics were taken during an October, and  I’m using them to remind the trees that they need to wake up now, just in case they haven’t noticed the time.

 

Please click on the pics for generous views.  And, thank you so much, to all my ‘fellows’ at WordPress,  your blogs keep me enthralled, no exaggeration.

With that, I must rest me broken frame, and wish you peace.  Amras Arcamenel.*

 

 

* “Arcamenel” means “Pray To Heaven” in Tolkien’s Quenya Dictionary, if I remember correctly.

 

Photography ©Francis Moloney.