Went up to post off my driving licence renewal and noticed from the hill that there was a mist out on the moor.

Grabbed the camera when I got back and went out to Manmoor Lane. In that short  time the mist had dissipated but still showed a trace. 

I took a sweep pic that covered the fields and also the Blind Yeo.

Still a little mist along the water but not very much. It is beginning to FEEL like autumn now, in spite of the trees still showing green. I was glad that I had stopped to put on my top-coat when I got the camera.

Took a shot downriver too towards the M5 bridge. A few swans there but not as many as I have seen in previous years. They can be as bad as Canada geese for trampling the grass and early crops down.

I must post a set of pix  on Flickr, with the notation 

"Clevedon is more than a pier" Why is it that the pier is all that some folk see to take pix of?

To edit or not?

Had a look at the pix I took from the coach when we left Temple Meads on our way to Holland.
I only wish it were possible to have let down the window so as to stop the reflections.
Cabot Circus is not too bad but the one of St Paul's Church in Portland Square has a large patch across the middle.
The question now is "Should I take a lot of time to edit the reflection out?"
The basic reason for taking the pic of the church goes back to the 1950-60's when I used to

go to Bristol on the BSA 500 twin combination, and on the B31 BSA.
That area and the City road area used to be a regular visiting place. Fowlers were on the City Road and they were very good stockists  for spare parts.
The big BSA spares place in the Zetland Road area used to have such a long waiting time to get served mainly because they were the authorised agents for BSA.
Where have they all gone now? Fowlers are still going strong out by Temple Meads most of the others have just vanished.

Candle Power

Light a candle, may it do you good

a solitary light with darkness all around.

But could you rally others to your cause

a billion candles light would set the world aglow.

If others would but listen to your pleas

and aid you in your arguments.

Dictatorship still happens in the world

religion with its ancient reasoning

long outmoded, set in its ways,

unable to reform to modern days,

preaching of the path to righteousness.

Still sets the laws that govern us.

Ben Grader 2014

Am I being morbid?

Green waste

We are sowing death to left and right.
We are killing off our livelihood
money is ruling and tomorrow does not count.

But when tomorrow comes, then we will rue the day
For all the money will not buy us back.
that which we squandered in our careless game.
When we quit this wretched earth
that we have spoiled and devastated
by our careless government we will have made
another Mars; a desert planet useless for eternity.

Ben Grader October 2014

I can but state what I think unfortunately we will also take down with us many innocent species. Those which have not not already destroyed.

Managed a poem.

Autumn leaves

The autumn leaves, shrivelled and brown
drift with the wind along the path.
Where are they going? They travel to oblivion
their job is done. Nature has discarded them
for Nature does not care. Next spring
will see new greenery, the sap will rise.
The cycle will start over, once again.

Took the pic whilst waiting for the coach after trolling around the Eusebius Friday Market. I thought the picture might be useful, now it has stirred up my mind for a silent soliloquy. 

Once again the fish and meat stalls were crowded with shoppers.

At last I have managed to post up on Morguefile the last of the Friday Market pix. Even saw this year smoked eels for the first time at €19.50 per 500gm. The Dutch people certainly enjoy and appreciate their fish.
There were even Nile Perch, Lates niloticus from Lake Victoria on sale. The road was blanked off for the large trailers and people could browse without the fear of being run over.

The market seems to be getting bigger each year I have visited. I was speaking to one of the traders and he agreed that they bring in numbers of folk from the surroundings villages and smaller towns on Friday and Saturdays.
Just imagine if Bristol did something like that in Broadmead. I reckon it would get a lot of trade back from Cribb's Causeway and prove very popular with shoppers. This year I did not have the energy to walk up the side road to the flower booths. Got back to the Golden Tulip Hotel and would have slept through dinner at 6.30, if Sabina had not woken me.

The avenue entrance to the Oosterbeek war cemetery 

At last the job has ended. I had not realised just how many pix I had taken this year, I thought less than last but in spite of not getting any of the para drop on Saturday I have had a total of well over 600 shots.
Weather was mainly good although a couple of light showers took place at the week-end. Yesterday was spent copying over the master DVD 30 times to send off to those 'Cloggers' whose addresses I have. Today I must get stamps and then post off those for the U.K. Tomorrow I can post the ones for our Dutch friends. 
For those that would like to see this pic larger, just click on it and it will fill your screen.
Every time I look at this pic it makes me think of the poem I wrote a few years back.

War Cemetery. 

He saw the many stones, and then the tears
coursed slowly down his cheeks, and when they asked
“Why do you weep?” He said with softened voice,
“I weep for lads cut down in youths full flower,
I weep for all the stark futility
the very inhumanity of war;
even the thought of killing fellow man
repels me, is against my way of life.
Yet when the clarion call stirs up my blood
I can become as one with them myself.
So did I weep – because I realise
I am as bad as those that I condemn.”

Ben Grader September 2004

I was pleased I managed to get it done in Iambic Pentameter. One of the few I have written like that.