Sharp lighting!

Sharp lighting!

Gorse, backlit by a shaft of sunshine in the woods at Blashford Lakes, Hampshire UK

My entry for the #60 - Something beginning with ‘G’ category in 112 pictures in 2012 Group

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A Hellebore's heart...

A Hellebore's heart...

...and a Rockabilly soul!

My entry for the #58 - Delicate category in 112 pictures in 2012 Group

Flickr Explore #445 January 27, 2012

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Winter-flowering cherry blossom with a blue sky...

Winter-flowering cherry blossom with a blue sky...

...and sunshine!

Flickr Explore #219 January 26, 2012

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An' cut you up wi' ready sleight

An' cut you up wi' ready sleight

My entry for the #82 - Sharp or Spiky category in 112 pictures in 2012 Group

Address To A Haggis - for Burns Night, January 25, 2012

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
"Bethankit!" 'hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!

Robert Burns 1786

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What in carnation?

What in carnation?

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