Daily Photo
Apple (88/365)
A Small Mind
A small mind, though it can go to the moon, though it can acquire a technique, though it can cleverly argue and defend, is still a small mind.
Sky Flowers (87/365)
Such full blossom this year. Maybe every year but this year seems exceptional. All around Brockwood, these flowers in the sky.
A Passionate Mind
A mind that is passionate is inquiring, searching, looking, asking, demanding, not merely trying to find for its discontent some object in which it can fulfil itself and go to sleep. A passionate mind is groping, seeking, breaking through, not accepting any tradition; it is not a decided mind, not a mind that has arrived, but it is a young mind that is ever arriving.
– Krishnamurti
Down to the Lodge (86/365)
During a lunchtime walk, looking from the top of the drive north towards the lodge.
Shades of White (85/365)
April Evening (84/365)
Cherry Tree In Full Blossom (83/365)
Right outside our door, with my Vespa (for sale) parked underneath
St. Thomas Street (82/365)
Abandon
Perhaps you have never experienced that state of mind in which there is total abandonment of everything, a complete letting go. … The mind that holds something in reserve, the mind that has a vested interest, the mind that clings to position, power, prestige, the mind that is respectable, which is a horror – such a mind can never abandon itself.
First Day of Term Barbecue (81/365)
Thanks to the amazing kitchen team we enjoyed an outside lunch today in the spring sunshine.
Krishnamurti’s Book of Life – Nothing Is Necessary
For the attainment of liberation, nothing is necessary. You cannot attain it through bargaining, through sacrifice, through elimination; it is not a thing that you can buy. If you do these things, you will get a thing of the marketplace, therefore not real. Truth cannot be bought, there is no means to truth; if there is a means, the end would not be truth, because means and end are one, they are not separate.
The Trees of Brockwood – Magnolia (80/365)
Eye (79/365)
Uppark – South (78/365)
Today I went to Uppark in West Sussex. The house was built in around 1690. My full set of photos can be found here.
Sheep Dip Farm (77/365)
Another ash-tinted evening in Hampshire.
The End (76/365)
Driving home from a day with family, headlight switch broken, we just made it back before sunset. This colour must be caused by the volcanic ash from Iceland.
Fishin’ the Itchen (75/365)
The Itchen runs so shallow and clear here, just one village and one town away from it’s source. It’s hard to believe the mighty river in Southampton, just 20 miles away, is the same flow.
Northern Lights plus volcanic eruption!
Pretty fantastical!
Falling Awake 