Stand and Stare Stand and Stare Being off work with a knee injury I was limited to short walks, Nant y Coed is on my doorstep and it became my welcome sanctuary, an area where I could stroll and rest on the little benches. Having slowed down my pace I noticed life in the undergrowth that I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn’t had time to stand and stare. I named the pictures after the lines of the poem “Leisure” by W H Davies.
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