The Golden Season

Greetings from this writer. These pics are dedicated to those good readers who have sent healing wishes my way. The last five pics were taken one week later than the others, and I think it’s easy to see how fast the golden season encroaches.

Since returning, after experiencing a difficult summer, to a relatively manageable physical state, I am taking every opportunity, while it lasts, to  get out and capture local scenery at its best. If heaven permits, I will continue.

By the way, I hope you liked the alternative picture format, and I hope too to return very soon.

With thanks from me. Peace, and Namaste.

 

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou,
Beside me singing in the Wilderness,
 And oh, Wilderness is Paradise now.

Omar Khayyám

 

 

 

 

 

Photography©Francis Moloney.

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Toys and Things

It has been a long time, for time flies swiftly when we are exploring, (perforce,) the peaks and valleys of our respective inner landscapes. My health dips more during seasonal transitions, and this Autumn is no different. However, I’m back, at least for today, and with these photos to share.

Taken by Amanda and Luke, at Hartlebury Castle Museum, they show a little of the history, toys, things, and fashions which have left their mark. Plus some sculptures old and new. (The bar is modern, but still makes a good pic.)

The museum is situated in Worcestershire, and is open to the public for most of the year.

I hope to return with part two in this series very soon, though my internet attendance record is a bit patchy. Working on my old mac can be so like taking a wheezy and arthritic old dog out for a walk, that I may have to buy it a wheelchair, (like a mini version of mine.)  Therefore please forgive me if my replies to comments come late. Such tardiness!

 

Namaste, and thanks from my heart to you all ~ Amras.

 

“To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.”
― Mahatma Gandhi 

 

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

The Story Goes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Greetings dear readers. A few days ago, Amanda and Luke went to Hanbury Hall, where they took these pics for us. Hanbury Hall is a stately home situated somewhere in Worcestershire, (pronounced ‘wustersher’,) and is the property of our National Trust. It is also open to the public all year round.

Such ‘wealth’ on show, yet sorrow cannot be bought off. The story goes that the former owner of the house died tragically, leaving no heirs. But, would one not be inclined to imagine that to live in such a house would be paradise? I think not, certain as I am that stateliness never cancelled karma.

Being housebound, I don’t get to experience these places any more, and so I am immeasurably grateful that my family enjoy going out with their cameras to capture these images for me.  And, I, in return, like to share them with you. I hope you like them.

I will post the pics from the inside of the house next time, which (all being well,) will be soon.  My body hasn’t  fared comfortably this year so far, and any healing wishes you send will be very gratefully received.

So, with my sincerest thanks to all my fellows, and followers, ’til next time, peace, and namaste from Amras.

 

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not;

but remember that what you now have

was once among the things you only hoped for.” Author Unknown 

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

 

Cool On A Hill

With my gratitude and appreciation to all who have enjoyed these posts, these photos were taken from one of the picturesque Clent Hills that lie close to our home. I got out on two occasions this year, once to the hospital, (where I didn’t take my camera,) and once to the hills, (where I did.) I have considerably happier memories of the latter.

I found a discarded staff on that path many years ago, I took it to be Merlins. I kept it safe for him until the day it disappeared, I expect he needed to use it again.

Cities and towns always look better to me when viewed from a distance.

 A “Yang” male city, long supported by the green meadows of Lady Yin, now all a-glow in the mists of gamma.

And remembering that I’ve known many of the folk who bring life to these places.

It’s Autumn, and the shadow falls early from the hill behind me.

Two worlds, set in two times, living side by side.

The sun has already set over the distant, and aptly named “Black Country“.

How She must have felt after such rough regard.

Yet still she smiles, and gives.

And gives.

What can we give in return?

That was an exhilarating day out for me, hope to do it again.  Thanks again to all who visit, I will catch up with my mailbox as soon as I can find enough stamina. With that, Peace and Namaste from Amras.

Photography ©Francis Moloney: BE 2555.

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