the waiting

and when I reach out
to touch something
that is not me

I feel a kind of
hear a kind of
dull static

that’s how I know
I’m still waiting

for you

5 May 2018
Sussex Coast, England


Stonehenge, circa 1985


The years teach much which the days never knew. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
~ T.S. Eliot, 1943

*The photo of Stonehenge was taken by me on my first trip to England in 1985 with my Olympus OM1.

Be Happy


Apples Waiting to Become Cider at Middle Farm taken by Me


Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy ~ Guillaume Apollinaire

Merlin’s Cave

Tintagel, Cornwall, England ~ Photography by me


The dream
of Arthur
in a cave.
in crumbling ruins.
His song
heard on the wind.
My heart,

Sleeping Adventures

Briançon, Hautes-Alpes, France ~ photography by me, Robin Dalton September 2004

When I begin

to think

My dreams

have been lost

I lean out my window

Let the scent

of the flowers

in my room

mingle with the magic

of the the flowing river

and the purple heather

in the distance.

Surely this is

the stuff

dreams are made of.

And even when

I open my eyes

to find I am

still in my bed

in a small room

without a view

without the heather

without the river

I know my dreams

are alive and well

and living in my heart

and my sleeping adventures.

What is Sacred?

There are four questions of value in life…
What is sacred?
Of what is the spirit made?
What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for?
The answer to each is the same. Only love.

~ Johnny Depp

singing the earth

Camelias in a vase on my kitchen table ~ photography by Robin Dalton

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
~ an Eskimo proverb

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it. ~Jacques Prévert

I have seen
I have felt
I know

The earth is waking up
A bit of green sprouting
here and everywhere I look
Blossoms on fruit trees
Blubs magically erupting
from the still cold ground
promising warmth and colour

My camelias are blooming
yesterday I buried my nose in them
and almost forgot
forgot to listen to the screaming
fearful voices in my head

Today is cloudy, cold and watchful
Looking out my kitchen window
On a day with so little light
so little heart

I can see bright yellow daffodils
like small flower faeries waving
singing the earth into a state of calm.