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Walk a mile…. well three…in my shoes

Two weeks into lockdown and I suspect most of us are struggling with this current world pandemic. I know I’ve had my moments.

One thing that is helping to keep me sane ( well as sane as I ever am – just before anyone else says it!) is my daily “authorised” excursion. I appreciate that I am extremely lucky in to live in a beautiful part of the world with some stunning views on the doorstep.

The daily meander usually follows the same route…well I am a  self-confessed creature of habit.

The daily meander takes me to the beach.

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My soul needs to be soothed with the feeling of sand under my soles. It’s as simple as that.

I’ve been combining these walks with an almost daily photography challenge. It’s amazing what you take note of if you actually take the time to open your eyes to the world around you and look.

There have been various themes so far

Flowers

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Rocks

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New Growth, New Life

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Sandscapes

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And maybe my favourite so far …. the challenge to find something every colour of the rainbow (ok, I struggled a wee bit with blue , indigo and violet)

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Still chasing rainbows and  dreams….told you I was a creature of habit.

Stay safe, folks

 

xx

 

 

 

 

Serenity, Solitude and Sunset

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“To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.”

– Jeanne Moreau

2019 the end is in sight…..

2020 looking forward

As the end of the year approaches, there are two choices- look back and reflect on the year that’s coming to a close or look forward to the year that is about to dawn.

Personally, I’ll look forward if that’s ok with you.

I’m looking forward to sunrises, sunsets, beach walks and new paths to travel.

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Oh… and the goal for 2020?

It’s a simple one….to write the last part of the Silver Lake series.

Happy New Year to each and every one of you. Thanks for the love and support and I look forward to sharing the journey through 2020 with you.

love n hugs

Coral xx

 

 

Summer is holding onto her colours as Autumn encroaches….

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There’s no denying it….Summer has slipped by all too fast.

The mornings are darker, the evenings are darker, the sun isn’t quite as hot as it was a couple of weeks ago…there’s an Autumnal feel to the world.

However, my patio garden isn’t letting go of Summer without a fight- a colour fight!

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Even, Sioux,  is still holding onto his Summer “brown rather than black” look.

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Till next year, Lady Summer.

What to do with An Evening Hour?

I was sitting out in the sun the other day on the bench in the garden looking round. I’d been contemplating this week’s blog topic and already decided on a photo blog inspired by the flowers around me.

I began to think about what words should accompany the photos I had taken. As is my want, I turned to Google and searched “summer poem garden bees butterfly” .

Google came up trumps .

 

An Evening Hour

© Pearlyn

Published: April 2011

It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,
The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.
So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,
Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.
Getting up from my chair, I thought I’d take a stride
Then there was a bumble bee that suddenly came by my side.
There was a kind of music as the bee flapped its wing,
Music so perfect that no one could ever sing.
Walking little further, I spotted a butterfly
Which was hovering over the flowers and then soaring high
And I came to the conclusion as I was on my knees,
Not the richest of queens was dressed like one of these.
My evening hour in the garden was very well spent
And now I know what beauty and music really meant!!

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/beauty-of-nature-poems

 

Many An Evening Hour has been spent appreciating the world around me.

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Same View Different Day

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No matter how often you admire the same view, it never looks the same twice……

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I walk past this view several times a week. I’ve walked past this view several times a week for years…..it never grows old, it never stays the same. Sometimes constant change is good…

 

Photographic Memories

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Who remembers the big leather bound family photograph album?

It might have been your grandmother or an elderly aunt who was the custodian of the big bound photo album. Or perhaps it was your own parents.

I’ll bet as you were growing up there was someone who had it.

I’ll also bet there was someone who had or still has countless old photos in envelopes in a drawer that they’ve inherited and haven’t a clue who the faces of the past in the images are.  We’ve a few of those somewhere.

Confession – I love photos.

Photos capture that one precious moment in time. That one memory then lives forever.

I’ll confess to having thousands upon thousands of photos.

When the kids were little, before digital cameras were affordable and before phones had decent cameras inbuilt, I shot at least one roll of film a month, maybe more. These photos were developed and lovingly added to my collection of photo albums. (Don’t panic, I’ll spare you the baby photos.)

 

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Even after I bought my first digital camera, I still selected hundreds of images from our summer holidays to the USA and compiled photo albums of each trip. To these I’ve also added maps and tickets from the various excursions we enjoyed. More precious memories captured forever.

 

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It’s been a few years since I last printed off images to add to an album but my phone and my laptop have become my substitute photo albums.

On my laptop everything is neatly catalogued in year and month order. The photos that I take at the rock shows I attend are duly added into the appropriate time slot and they too are catalogued by who, where and when. (OK, I’m a bit OCD about all of this.)

 

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My phone’s photos are split into albums over and above the basic camera roll folder- some of the sub-folders contain book baby related images that can be used for social media promotion at the touch of the screen, others are quotes and memes that are humorous or motivational or just simply cute. There are old favourites, family photos, photos of my cats, photos from special rock shows and another large folder of stored images for updating the real-life rock star’s FB fan page that I admin daily. (Honest, I’m not a crazy stalker!)

Until recently there was also one folder that I turned to regularly for comfort. It contained a couple of hundred images – a mix of screenshots, photos from friends, photos from the kids, photos of daft moments that never failed to make me smile. There were two hundred and eighty precious memories in that folder and I made a huge error of judgement with it.

I never backed these pictures up. That one folder held the only copies.

To be honest, I don’t know exactly what happened but, about three weeks ago, I was transferring the photos I’d taken with my phone at the Slash show in Glasgow onto my laptop. I followed the same routine as usual. I never saw any error messages. When I disconnected my phone from the laptop, the precious “gallery” folder had vanished, along with another one of downloaded images. I’ve scoured the phone and the pc but those images are gone forever. I can only assume something became corrupt within the SD card. Who knows! One of life’s great mysteries that has swallowed these photos forever.

Upset doesn’t begin to cover it and I was so angry with myself for being so careless with these. It really isn’t like me.

All was not lost with the second folder that vanished. I found an old version of it on my laptop so could restore at least the majority of those.

The first thing I did was invest in a new SD card and the second thing was to back up the lot. It took hours but I wasn’t risking losing anything else!

With the new SD card securely added to my phone, I created a new sub-folder. I was able to retrieve a handful of the original memories from FB messenger, What’s App and FB itself. In the end, I  was able to recover less than a dozen of them but it was a start.

As the days have passed, I’ve come to realise something.

The photos from the original file of two hundred and eighty that were of the most importance to me aren’t totally lost. They are safely stored in the “original” photo album.

They’re in my own memories and safe in my heart forever.