Yes, I know, my last post was about Warbstow Bury but this one is deliberately made to draw your attention to a post by another blogger rather than me.Elizabeth Dale writes on Cornish Bird Blog about the historical sites of Cornwall, and researches and entertainingly recounts the many folk stories and histories attached to them.… Continue reading Warbstow Bury: Revisited, but by Someone Else This Time
I tried to figure out which of the Dartmoor Tors is visible from the elevated and expansive view west from Warbstow Bury. It's a favourite dog walking spot, concentric but irregularly shaped rings of banks and ditches, from somewhere around a 500BC history. Aerial pic from Cornwall.gov.uk, further reading here The views out on good… Continue reading Warbstow Bury
Like a lot of you during the Covid pandemic I expect, I've limited myself to extremely local environs (my garden, about mile or so of lanes either way from my house) for just under a quarter of a year now. Sounds a long time put like that doesn't it? So far, Cornwall has actually been… Continue reading Some Confidence
Mrs B: Hey, that big red poppy has bloomed, that one one on the driveway bank you let go wild. Me: Yeah, I saw. It's lovely. Mrs B: Could you take some photographs of it this time? Me: Of course. Click on the pics for full size Mrs B: And I don't mean any of… Continue reading Following Orders
It seems every post I put on here I start off by apologising for how long it's been since I last posted anything here, so I'm not going to mention it all now and see if that helps.Ahem. Anyway, like pretty much the whole world, I am at home and hiding from the rest of… Continue reading Spring Exploding
Something easy to see, with the hedge full of daffodils blooming outside while we are all strictly confined to quarters for the time being, is that the rest of the natural world is starting to get going and renewing itself, regardless of humanity's tricky phase. My very best wishes go out to you all, and… Continue reading Spring
OK, I get it!Yesterday I posted what was basically an advert and no new pictures. Result? Usual amount of views, about a fifth of the usual amount of 'likes'. So today is a picture post. I'm not particularly bothered by the absolute number of likes but, at the same time, I can see that the… Continue reading Hopeful
The time has come. The email inbox has announced the reminder that the annual subscription for WordPress is due, along with a similar reminder of the fee for the registration of the domain name. This then seems an appropriate time to remind readers of the photographs of mine that are available to purchase, in many… Continue reading Bills, Bargains and Alternative Realities
I was afraid that I'd posted too many seaglass abstracts but, on looking back through the blog's media gallery, I can see that I haven't featured as many as I thought. I like that the many colours of the ocean, in any of its moods, are reflected in the smooth and tumbled glass fragments we… Continue reading Seaglass Waves
Brexit (or not). Impeachment (or not). Killer virus pandemics. Climate Emergency. Terrorism. And that's just what is going on everywhere else. Add your worries to that list. What we need is a nice calm place to go and empty your feelings out and come back ready to face tomorrow. Mine is down at the beach,… Continue reading Calm
As someone who has had a stroke and also has Multiple Sclerosis, I'm well used to having to use any energy I have been allowed wisely. When I've been exceptionally busy with work then the priority is to use it for that, because it pays! Unfortunately afterwards, or if I've had a period of unrelated… Continue reading Ticking Over
https://35hunter.blog/2019/11/10/how-we-photograph-is-how-we-live-2/ The above link is for an article posted by Dan James on his excellent, and often thought provoking blog, 35Hunter. In brief, he muses on the possibility that the way people generally approach their everyday life life echoes in the way that they practise their photography. He ends, as he does on every post,… Continue reading Winging It
