Fire Life

The fire had roared through the land, devouring everything. Tela had watched from the hilltop, watched the flames soar, the homestead succumb. Her homestead. her heart wanting deperately to go down to save something, anything, but her head had saved her from that.

Now, as the blackened land crunched under her footsteps, the stink of smoke and death invading her senses, Tela wondered whether she regretted listening to her head. until a speck of colour caught her eye.

After Storm

There is something about after a storm. the air is cleaner, the colours brighter. Birds call after their silence, or were their calls drowned out by the storm's noise? The world is renewed.

And I think in there is a story waiting to be born.

Just a grasshopper

Nothing spoils a good nap than being landed on by a grasshopper, but my puppy did her best to try to catch the blighter after being woken.

Didn't succeed, but I managed to get a rough photo or two.