The solitude of a summer surfer… A solitary swimmer emerges, saturated… Going solo along the shoreline… A sentry patiently sits and sees… The happy days of Summer! Frannie xx © 2014 Francesca Muir
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The day starts early. White light and bleached colour. A sticky silence Broken only by the shrill of the cicadas… And dawn has only just broken. The air is heavy and humid Warm tears of perspiration sit glistening on my brow. I can smell the heat. Dry […]
I have a funny feeling I’m about to gallop through another year, But the problem is I’m not ready. Because you see, I’m still looking for June and August last year, and come to think about it, I am not sure May was there either? They tell me they were there… in which case where the […]
A kookaburra song heralds the morn And all is still, as daylight’s humid fingers creep over night’s shadows. My early bird stumbles in – bright eyes peering through tumbling, sleepy hair …dragging a pillowcase bursting full of surprises and rustling in anticipation with her every move. Light forces its way through the curtains A spotlight […]
Oh how I love the traditions of December… The intentions… The planning… The decisions… The list of lists… The Christmas card to photograph Timing it right for overseas postage Writing messages… addressing… stamping And the tree… traditional or modern… big or small… simple or cluttered… elegant or kitsch? Decorating is a ceremony for us – the […]
They’re a dead give-away The chorus of cicadas in the suffocating bleached dawn. Ominous. Oppressive. Overwhelming. The heat is coming. Even Milo cuts short his walk He and the birds are panting and it’s not six o’clock yet […]
Take a length of otherwise ordinary tulle… …Add in a few bright baubles And the green fruit of the Gods and Goddesses Dionysus, Aphrodite, Pomona and Hera And with a sprinkle of stars from the night sky, You have a stunning table decoration. It’s a simple idea But the result is supremely elegant. When […]
One of the many joys of living on the island of Crete was the food. Not surprising really, given that it lies at the heart of the Mediterranean Diet and boasts the best, healthiest olive oil in the world. Every Wednesday we’d head to the open market below the hospital to buy the freshest ingredients, often […]
Tortoiseshell on tortoiseshell Mottled moggies on marbled granite Silently squatting side by side in the Cretan sun Statuesque. Waiting with patience and perspicacity …waiting for a morsel of something… …something they know will come their way …soon! © 2013 Francesca Muir
The shed’s shadows reek of a mechanical past Layers of rust and dust lie heavy like a cloak of mist Doors to darkness, and stairs to nowhere Echoes of an anvil and the rolling of metal Yearning for the blue outside fragmented glass But the door is locked in green Rusted and aged shut […]