Bright Meadow

Baker Street #365

Cas — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 13:03:50 +0000

Bookbinding Week 1 #365

Cas — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 19:46:09 +0000

Barefoot Palace to the imagination #365

Cas — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 17:55:47 +0000

4 weeks to get this shot #365

Cas — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 17:45:36 +0000

The bells

Cas — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 14:03:49 +0000

The only sound in the pre-dawn dark was the uneven drag of her footsteps on the ice-hard ground and the ragged huff of her breath as she kept to her punishing pace. Then the soft ring of the monastery bell rang through the frozen air, carrying the long distance across the woods. She stopped and waited, anxiously counting, desperately hoping it was just a call to prayer.

It rang a second time, and a third. A fourth.

At seven, she started to re-wrap the scarf around her face and bowed her head back into the wind.

Eight.

Nine.

And it rang on.

At 13 she knew, and all she could do was grasp her walking stick anew and keep going. Step, thump, drag. Step, thump, drag. Step, thump, drag. All she could do was walk and pray for a warm dawn to erase the tracks of her passage. Walk, and pray, and commend to a quick death the souls of those who, even now, were doomed to the inquisitors chair for their unwitting part in her escape.

The pack bounced gently on her back with each tortuous step and reminded her, as she ran the prayer beads through fingers numb with cold and exhaustion, of all that relied on her.

And through the gloom the bells kept ringing.

Fifteen.
Sixteen.

In need of picture hooks #365

Cas — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 22:05:48 +0000

(Something went wrong and this didn’t autopost last night, but I promise you I am not cheating on my #365!)

We are also talking, honestly #365

Cas — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 17:27:44 +0000

Aurora

Cas — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 22:44:35 +0000

The Aurora from TSO Photography on Vimeo.

Truly, truly a thing of beauty.

Attack of the hair #365

Cas — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 13:12:15 +0000

Once upon a time, I knew what to do with curly hair. Then I got into the habit of taming it each day. Then I wondered *why* I bothered to tame it each day, so I let it do it’s thing… Now I remember why I tame it each day.

Boris Bike #365

Cas — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 13:49:33 +0000