January 31, 2019 § Leave a comment
Sky Fringe © Lynn Wiles 2019
Shot out of my car window while stopped at the stop light.
January 7, 2019 § Leave a comment
River View with Clouds © Lynn Wiles 2019
Large clouds on a sunny windy day by the river.
December 26, 2018 § Leave a comment
The Only Good Thing © Lynn Wiles 2018
I’m still mourning the loss of trees behind my house, but now I can see the church a few blocks away that looked amazing on a dark sky sunlit day.
December 17, 2018 § 11 Comments
Ten Years © Lynn Wiles 2018
A little sky drama to mark the 10th anniversary of posting daily (with some breaks) on this blog. I’ve been telling myself that I can quit today and I can of course, but instead I’m taking a break for the next week and then will be back sporadically after that. It’s the community of people here in blogland and the serenity of my now only occasional photo walks that I can’t quite let go of just yet.
June 23, 2017 § Leave a comment
Oh, to be © Lynn Wiles 2017
Back by the sea on a cool and sunny day.
December 6, 2016 § Leave a comment
Skylights © Lynn Wiles 2016
Partially cloudy with lights up in the sky waiting for the dark.
November 8, 2016 § 2 Comments
Cloudy Day in the USA © Lynn Wiles 2016
Today is the election day. May the sane one win.
My favorite article about the election from The Guardian
Forget fear and loathing. The US election inspires projectile vomiting
Here’s an excerpt
Back when America was “great” – say, in the 1970s – the most unpleasant emotions a presidential race might inspire were “fear and loathing”. We expected our political process to provoke antagonism and ennui. We did not expect it to trigger projectile vomiting.
But this year is different, with psychotherapists reporting widespread depression, insomnia and digestive problems among the electorate. Record numbers are voting early, by mail, as if to purge themselves of all connection to the proceedings.
Add in the realization that the whole world is watching this spectacle and the sensitive American is likely to feel something akin to physical shame – as if someone had walked in and found them deflowering a close relative or a pet.