It was a dark and stormy night.
The hieroglyphics on the beach were obscure and alien.
The dreams of my second night seemed so real at first. Then it got weird.
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As I slogged through the loose sand, I heard the faint cry carried by the gusting wind, “help, help!”
The bloodcurdling shriek echoed through the office, grabbing everyone’s instant attention. What could possibly have triggered such a terrified cry?
It seemed almost to have sprung up overnight. Long, lean, and wiry with a spiky mop-top. What was it?
May Day, May Day, May Day!
Clematis. A flower, a vine, a celebration of spring and summer that on the face of it seems lovely, and pure, and innocent. Little do you know…
Every year, in late winter and early spring, Mother Nature sets a time bomb.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
What is there to photograph in the gloom of February?