Shadow shapes

 

A path painted yellow by the evening sunlight. Too inviting to not follow and see where it brings me.

  

  

Stepping over stripes painted by shadows.

Hawthorn scents and dapples of light. 

 Light and dark

 For once I am really tall, :) 

The South Wind blows

   

Listening to violin music on a radio programme broadcast from the edge of Europe from the most westerly tip of the Dingle peninsula. Sounds from one place to another. Funny how sounds can travel so far. And what stories they tell. And feelings and atmospheres they create

Here is some music (for ears that are far away and near), for a tranquil and balmy weekend.

Above: a boy making his own music despite (or maybe because of) the ever-changing waves. 

"I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship" ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women.