In Spring these woods host an ethereal carpet of bluebells.
Today, on a warm Autumn afternoon, I chose to lose the colour.
Places to lose oneself for a moment.
I have signed up for the Wordpress Photography 101 course which runs through November.
I will also post a photo a day as part of NaBloPoMo, November 2014. This is a taster.
Gazing up through the trees in Hallerbos.
NaBloPoMo 1 of 30
“When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle
And, when the roads of Brussel were closed to cars this Sunday, that is exactly what the population did.
almost one hundred years on who will not shed a tear in flanders’ fields?
will we ever learn?
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”
– John McCrae