Beneath the thunderstruck Ash

We’re waiting for the sun to move across towards the little pond.

Waiting. Listening. Calming.


Against this thunderstruck ash.

It’s peaceful here isn’t it Haze?


On this ‘halcyon’ Sunday morning.

Stood here restful. What could be easier.

Waiting for a certain southern hawker dragonfly lady to turn up.

Hope she keeps her appointment.

Words & Photo’s: Ian Nisbet

Delightfulness: Hazel Brown

Peace & Tranquility: Tessier Gardens


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