I spotted some snowdrops too.
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Surprised by Snowdrops in the woods
A woodland walk.
Today I walked through the woodlands, near where I live. What a lovely sight I saw ' A host of golden daffodils! '
Studying and bird song !
There was lots of wind and showers around this morning, but the afternoon turned out lovely and sunny. I felt the warmth of the sun and I was filled with hope again for my studies in the spring and summer to come.
I spent the morning in the small box room. The window was open and as I sat at the desk, I could hear the birds singing cheerfully in the wood at the side of my house. On the roof top of the house directly in the front, above the pines, birds were gathering all together. Wood pidgeons, starlings, blackbirds and magpies. They were twittering and chirping merrily all together. It seems like a long while since I heard so many birds singing all at once! Such lovely music to hear, It made me stop and smile.
I was able to read block 2 and try to work my way through to the end of the book, while at the same time working on TMA 03. I took notes on the I- Pad as I went along. Hopefully I will get my second wind soon, and be well on my way to the finishing line in May for module E302. I must just think positively!
I hope everyone is enjoying their studies.🙂
A Winter landscape - Scotland
🌨 🌬 🌫❄
A cold north wind is blowing
White flakes fall, it is snowing
Frozen land buried deep below
Nothing yet here will grow
The earth is just waiting for the Spring to show!
🌫 🌤 🌾🌺
gill burrell
"I am winter " - a gothic poem
🌫 🌬🌨
I am winter and I am cold
I am young, yet I am old
Black hat with black veil
Dark eyes and skin pale
Funeral clothes I wear this day.
Death has visited me upon his way
Taking his victim and leaving no trace
Just a vast and lonely, empty space.
⚘ ✝️
For my sister
gill burrell
Money talks
Words, Words, Words!
This morning I made a start on TMA 03. I gathered all my notes together, I then got started on the rough draft.
I am three quarters of the way through, but I am already very aware of the word count. Have I wrote too many words?
I will have to save some space for more words, or this that I have written, will have nearly already taken up all of the word count.
I must be selective about what subjects to include, and how many words to use in this assignment.
I would like to write lots and lots of words, about every single chapter, but I can only write 2,500 words !
Forgive me !
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The Fruits of the spirit
The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness,faithfulness, gentleness and self control.
(Galations 5.22)
All you need is LOVE ! ❤and OU! ❤
Remember me - A Poem for my sister
A lovely poem to remember a loved one. By Genie Gravaline.
The Promise of Spring
The Lord is our shepherd
A Rainbow - by Chloe
Save the NHS
A Multicoloured Sphere
E302 Narrative language and creativity
The day started off beautifully, with sunshine and birdsong. I didn't even need to use the heating at all, so that was great!
After having a cup of coffee, and a lovely large croissant ! (just for once- for a treat! )
I then settled down to study. I sat near the large front window, overlooking the green lawn, watching the evergreens blowing gently in the breeze.
The cats were curled up one on the setee, the other one on the armchair.
I opened my book to chapter 5 'Borderlands of fact and fiction'.
I looked first quickly at my study guide for the learning outcomes, to see what I am aiming for, in this particular chapter.
The learning outcomes will be :
• identify the interplay between fact and fiction in creative writing, and how experience, information, hopes and fears can be synthesised into something new and original
• appreciate how, during the process of transforming experience into writing, writers’ creative techniques blur the differences between novel and memoir
• understand how verbatim theatre presents a kind of people’s history which may challenge the political status quo (compare this with the multiple truths seen in the life stories in Unit 12)
• appreciate how imagination and historical record are intertwined within historical fiction.
This sounds like a promising start to the chapter. The last chapter had been interesting too, about life stories, complex narratives and everyday truths.
The dividing line between ‘fact’ and ‘fiction’ is, as Richardson points out, very blurred. In the last chapter it was also pointed out that we may sometimes 'include' or 'exclude' certain facts, to shape the narrative so that it flows better and highlights the main points and ideas we want to get across.
This was also true in the narratives for the work place, as with the CVs, where when applying for a certain job, you do not have to include every part time job, or every single hobby you ever did, but only that which is relevant to the job in hand.
Otherwise this could be confusing for the employer. It has to be constrained and condensed. Which makes it easier for the reader to understand, and to judge how you are presenting yourself, in terms of content, language and identity.
The same can be said of the short story, which is compressed to only a few pages or less. That has a beginning a middle and an end. It should have a good plot or storyline which should be quite exaggerated or dramatic, because you want to get the ideas across in clear and interesting language .This can be done using metaphors, foregrounding with defamiliarisation and by using other literary devices.
Took a lot of notes as I went along, using bullet points, Spidergrams and Mind Maps. Thinking also of the three 'P' s Purpose, Process, Product.
By the afternoon, the sun had gone in behind the clouds, so I decided to call it a day, I packed everything away until tomorrow.
Art Therapy
These days, I just do art for a hobby at the weekends, because I find it very relaxing. It has helped me, it has been a kind of therapy, to take my mind off things, especially recently after my sad bereavement. I am certainly no artist! but it has been a great therapy, because I can draw instead of speaking, because I can not speak at the moment, and drawing is also language too.
Her Smile - a poem for my sister
Though her smile is gone forever
and her hand I cannot touch
I still have so many memories
Of the one I loved so much.
Her memory is now my keepsake
With which I’ll never part.
God has her in his keeping
I still have her in my heart.
Sadly missed, but never forgotten.
Love is stronger than death
Pinocchio Boris
She's on the side of Angels !
On the side of Angels !
Party like Boris! While the rest of us are locked up!
What happened to all the money?
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