Showing posts with label Walk in the Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walk in the Park. Show all posts
Wednesday, 29 September 2021
Sunday, 25 October 2020
Friday, 8 May 2020
May 8th, Park, Early Morning.
I went for a walk in the park at 7 o'clock this morning ... lovely and quiet, hardly anyone around, no cars on the road. 😀 🌞 🌻
The lumpy bit is actually a squirrel :)
Saturday, 30 November 2019
As #Autumn Becomes #Winter...
The Park, November 30th
Mr Squirrel! Pleased this one worked out - by which I mean that you can
actually see the squirrel and he's not blurred!
actually see the squirrel and he's not blurred!
Saturday, 28 September 2019
The Park on the 28th ~ a recap, and why I started it.
My Park on the 28th series on this blog has been so popular over the last year (thank you if you've enjoyed looking at it!), and as I have now completed a year's worth of photos, I thought I'd do a recap of the 12 posts (links to all of them, further down), and have a word about why I started it.
Last year, on the 28th of September, I went for my usual walk and took some photos because it was such a beautiful day. I'd gone out because it was the first anniversary of my father's death, and I wanted to think about him.
It was when I was posting the photos on my blog that I had the idea of taking similar pictures on the 28th of each month.
Dad loved walks amongst trees and green; in 1971, he and some friends started up a walking group called The Strollers, and he would stroll along country lanes and across fields with them most weeks, year in, year out; in fact he last went out with them two days before he died!
Dad was the last surviving original member, and my Park on the 28th series is a kind of tribute to him, because he would have loved looking at it.... but this is not intended to be a sad post - it's been two years now, and we all go through it.
Six months ago, a few hours after I'd completed my 'Park' post for the 28th of March, I had a phone call from the nursing home where my mother had lived for the past 6 years, to say that she'd died.
She'd had Alzheimer's for 10 years, and since a stroke early in the year she'd become unable to acknowledge anyone or feed herself. We knew she was fading, but the end came quite suddenly. We'd thought we might get a chance to see her again; my sister was actually just getting ready to make the journey when we got the call.
She died exactly 18 months after Dad, on a Thursday, too, so the 28th has, in a way, become my day to go for a walk and think about Mum and Dad. Not in a morose way, necessarily; just to think about them. I still don't believe they're dead - I hear that acceptance comes much later.
I loved doing this series—if you would like to look at any of them again, please click the month above the photo; looking down the changes in these single pictures over the months is a quick overview! Thank you for enjoying my walks with me over the past year. 😎
Last year, on the 28th of September, I went for my usual walk and took some photos because it was such a beautiful day. I'd gone out because it was the first anniversary of my father's death, and I wanted to think about him.
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| September 28th, 2018 |
Dad loved walks amongst trees and green; in 1971, he and some friends started up a walking group called The Strollers, and he would stroll along country lanes and across fields with them most weeks, year in, year out; in fact he last went out with them two days before he died!
Dad was the last surviving original member, and my Park on the 28th series is a kind of tribute to him, because he would have loved looking at it.... but this is not intended to be a sad post - it's been two years now, and we all go through it.
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| Dad (on left) with some of his Strollers chums, probably about 15 years ago |
A tree is planted for each Stroller when he goes off to
walk the great country lane in the sky :)
My brother helping to put the tree and its frame together ~
was pouring with rain that day! Julia with umbrella, me with camera😉
My brother helping to put the tree and its frame together ~
was pouring with rain that day! Julia with umbrella, me with camera😉
Six months ago, a few hours after I'd completed my 'Park' post for the 28th of March, I had a phone call from the nursing home where my mother had lived for the past 6 years, to say that she'd died.
She'd had Alzheimer's for 10 years, and since a stroke early in the year she'd become unable to acknowledge anyone or feed herself. We knew she was fading, but the end came quite suddenly. We'd thought we might get a chance to see her again; my sister was actually just getting ready to make the journey when we got the call.
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| March 28th, 2019 |
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| Mum with Julia and me in 1987 |
Thank you again, for your interest in this project :)
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