Digby is a member of The Fruit and Veg Shop(2 uploads a Day), "Mornings & Evenings -- Sunbeams & Storms" 1 photo per 24 hrs; 3 drawings or paintings per 24 hrs, *A Beautiful Blur, About Time, Abstracts from Nature, All About Flowers, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Altered Art - Collage and Assemblage, Amazing Asia, Art and Stories Made For Children, Artists of the Orient, Blowing In The Wind, Candid Photography, Childhood, Colors of Water, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Corporate Art/Themes, Cottage Style, Dilapidated Buildings, Fabulous Flowers, Falling Leaves, Food for Thought, Graphic Arts, Green!, Humour Captured, Light and Reflection 1/24, Macro Water Photographic Gallery, Melbourne & Victoria, Mother Nature's Finest, Nature's Macro Canvas (No flowers or insects), Night Photography, Out of the Blue (75%+ Blue), Out of the Past, Outback Australia 2 photos per day, Pets Are Us ~ 2 per day, Photo-Zen, Pop Art, Portraits in Natural Light, Rain Drops & Water Art - Fresh Water Only!, Seasonal 'Scapes, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Skyscapes, Streetscapes, The FENCE group, ThE fInE aRt Of pEEliNg PaINt, The Grunge Art Gallery, The Red Writing Room, The Urban Environment, This is England, Travel and Adventure, Trees - 2 images per day with trees as the focal point, Tropical Art, Twisted Tales, United Kingdom, Urban Art , Vibrant Plants, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, Windows and Doors, WMG and Your Country's Best (2 images per day).
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There’s a certain skill, / An infamy of talent, / That comes from, / Arrogance, / It bleeds out of those, / With power, / From a foot, / Shot from lack of, / Forethought, / About the possibiliti…
It’s a hot still day in late spring. The long cool fog grass tugs at me, tempting my indolent soul to sit amongst the cats’ tails, which stretch for acres to the dam, and watch what breeze there i…
Look down. You’ll find one by a trail if it’s from a gum tree. Or maybe you’re in luck and walking by a creek where the wind has blown so hard, it’s dropped a branch from a willow; perhaps a w…
They call it night rain; the hushed nocturnal clatter of mahjong tiles being shuffled. At 2am, it’s the final remnants of the cacophony; the muffled sound of souls fishing for luck. It floats in thr…
I love Kris Kristofferson. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, / Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now. / And feeling good was easy, Lord, w…
Let me start at the beginning. We connect on the cell phone. I’ll ride across town on my bicycle; we’ll hook up at your place. So I put on a motorbike rain-kit and ride across town through the …