Sun Above The Winding Track- A Photograph

I went to Wolferton a few days ago. I’m sorta running out of things to picture when we go on the same walk most of the time. Maybe we’ll go to the ditch again soon. Or the hiker’s trail. But anyway, I did notice quite a beautiful landscape, and certainly a potential photograph. The sun shone through a bare birch tree (Or I assume it was a birch), and the cloud was looming above it, yet the cloud was much clearer and more beautiful in the photo. Here it is:

Sun Above The Winding Track With G Blog Address

Please check out some more of my Wolferton photos:

Swirling Mists copy

Sun Through Silver Birches copy

Light Through Dark Forest

Cobwebz Lit By Glaring Sun copy

Sun And Golden Skies (Wolferton) copy

Cows And Pine From Valley (Wolferton) copy

Droplet- 4 (Wood Texture)

Shining Axe Poem

I wander through the wild wood-land
Where the great oak trees stand
 
As the trees dance and swing
The gentle wind does calmly sing
Its beautiful song of peace
But then suddenly; the tune does cease
Something is terribly wrong
In the forest, strong
Here come men into the land
Shining axes in each hand
With their axes they chop and thump
Until every tree becomes a stump
And as the trees do crack and splinter
They leave the wood like a heath in winter
 
I stagger through the naked wood
Where the great oak trees stood.

Character Card 2- Vammun

Here is an index card (or character card, as I’ve named it) with some info about Vammun on it, and a picture. If you can’t read my scruffy handwriting, I’ve typed the info at the bottom :D.

I have done 9 at the moment, which I will be posting soon.

Vammun live in forests, and love swinging from trees and vines. They have fire powers. Their hair looks like a tiny red-treed forest.

Scientist Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution states that we are all evolved from Vammun, but not all that many people believe this.

Vammun can only be found in the Sourzier Region. However, the Cassire Super Bataruler Scott does have a Vammun in his squad.

Shining Axe- a poem

Shining Axe

I wander through the wild wood-land
Where the great oak trees stand
 
As the trees dance and swing
The gentle wind does calmly sing
Its beautiful song of peace
But then suddenly; the tune does cease
Something is terribly wrong
In the forest, strong
Here come men into the land
Shining axes in each hand
With their axes they chop and thump
Until every tree becomes a stump
And as the trees do crack and splinter
They leave the wood like a heath in winter
 
I stagger through the naked wood
Where the great oak trees stood.

Flower Photography

Here are some pictures I took yesterday in my garden with my Panasonic DMC-FS18.