by Steve Tanham
There’s something about March that is difficult to define…
It’s a classically liminal month. Not quite the end of winter; not quite the start of the spring. You can be knee deep in mud yet standing next to a clump of glorious crocuses.
When you get a good photograph, it’s to be celebrated … as they can be few and far between.
This shot isn’t great, but it’s colourful…. And the other foot was sinking in the mud.
Borran’s Park, Waterhead, near Ambleside.
©Stephen Tanham 2023
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
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Thank you, Jane ♥️
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The perfect depiction of March, Steve…
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Thank you, Jaye – and for the reblog ❤️
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My pleasure, Steve…
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie.
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Evocative post.
It reminds me of the old saying ‘March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. Or comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion,’
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Thank you – and being completely orthogonal, the Lion and Lamb rocks are not far from Ambleside!
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Synchronicity cautiously raises its hand? 🤔
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Excellent!
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Liminal’s the word, Steve. I also think of March as having such a lot of energy rushing about and not knowing what to do with itself. I like the photograph, you’ve managed a striking composition for your troubles with the mud. Crocuses are always a positive sign we’re heading in the right direction.
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Thanks, Michael. I love the idea of headless energy!
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