iwalk iwrite

• Praise, please
  I recently wrote a feature article for a well known newspaper, on the gentle art of complaining. And, having established the best way to make known your displeasure at anything substandard, it occurred to me that we also need to mention the good stuff. As often as possible. When was the last time someone told you [...] […]
  Deborah Dooley
• Adder or Viper? You decide!
  Wistman’s Wood on Dartmoor, Devon, UK, is a haunting, magical place steeped in history. The 1000 year-old stunted oaks are a ‘must see’ for any walker or visitor to the moors and will be featured soon on iwalkiwrite. Last springtime, I set off on a photographic expedition armed with a backpack full of camera bodies and [...] […]
  Luke James
• Walking in my father’s footsteps
  I can’t remember what my father looked like. I feel bad because of this; but it’s the truth. My mother, I see vividly. But what’s intriguing is that the image I conjure up in my head isn’t anything like the one in the photographs. There is no memory of my dad’s face. Just pictures. Thumbed, finger-printed [...] […]
  Luke James
• The circle game
  This morning I felt the unfamiliar touch of the sun on my neck. Warmth beamed through the kitchen window and trickled down my spine like water squeezed from a heavy sponge above my head. As I unblocked the sink to the lilting sounds of Joni Mitchell, folk poetry and morning brilliance swirled to fill the [...] […]
  Alex Radway
• Walking in the London Wetlands Centre
  Colour and calm There are photo opportunities everywhere. Not least at the London Wetlands Centre, Barnes, UK. As one of the many wonderful Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust’s sanctuaries, it’s an oasis in a sprawling, bustling, busy capital city. The meandering pathways snaking though the reserve provide lengthy or short walks that allow one to just contemplate, […]
  Luke James
• Why I write
  I write because writing frees the thoughts from my head. The page or screen is both a grounding point and a conductor. I write when I cannot talk, but need to be heard, even if only by myself. I write my elation and silent screams of frustration. Sometimes it’s to find peace, other times, just the [...] […]
  Alex Radway
• Art ~ see it, feel it, smell it
  I’ve always enjoyed art galleries – from The Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, The National Gallery in London to the Louvre in Paris – they’re places I’ve enjoyed visiting. Walking around the huge halls in awe of the genius and history unfolding step-by-step is my idea of a great time. Until recently. Recently, I wandered the catacombs [...] […]
  Luke James
• Let them eat cake
  Personally I feel that Marie Antoinette got a bit of a hard time when she made that famously ill advised, callous sounding, and certainly naive comment. And as she laid her aristocratic neck between the savage jaws of the guillotine, I can easily imagine the poor girl thinking, ‘Bread, cake, whatever. Blimey – or rather [...] […]
  Deborah Dooley
• Rosehill ~ Chicago
  After our house burned down we moved above the Fireside Restaurant. It was across the street from the majestic main entrance to Rosehill Cemetery. One, warm, spring day when the snow began to melt, my Dad took my sisters and me to Rosehill. It had been a long, cold, stressful winter. My mother said “we [...] […]
  Rose Casanova
• Spider #2
  Spider #2. Garden. UK. Macro This is follow up to an earlier post entitled (wait for it) – Spider. You can see it here This, too, is an unnamed species, so if you have any idea what it is then I’d love to hear from you. It was taken on the same day as the first photo, but [...] […]
  Luke James