There is something somehow more pleasing to my eye about things that are not 'perfect'. It must be that my brain catalogue image of an object, in the mental encyclopaedia somewhere, is ringing a 'not matching the pattern' alert that pleases me. This thistle head has attracted me for it's leaf that had defiantly gone… Continue reading Anarchic Thistle
There is a woods behind the beach of Crackington Haven, East Woods in the Ludon Valley--the Ludon being the stream that cuts down through it.It's a good and proper native woodland that is managed with only a light touch, letting nature mostly just get on with things itself. So fallen trees stay where they are,… Continue reading East Woods Light Show
Some flowering Cow Parsley was effectively caught in a spotlight in the hedgerow, and the breeze was strong enough to make it dance.
Yesterday was glorious weather, so I took Gwynnik up on our favourite clifftops for a nice walk in the warmth. We've been up there hundreds of times already, so none of us need yet another picture of it do we? Oh alright, one of the impressionistic ones. Today, by contrast, has so far been a… Continue reading Contrasts
Carrying on from the theme of black and white pictures of the abandoned, this is of the overgrown driveway and garage of an empty property just up the road from me. Just a note, the area I live in is not abandoned and falling down in general and there are a much greater number of… Continue reading Needs Some Paint
I do love a tumbledown or abandoned building, especially when nature appears to be in an advanced stage of winning all the materials back. Clicking on any of the photos makes it full screen--well, that's the intention anyway.
As an alternative to the last post's traditional B/W approach to the shot. Doing that thing where you stand under the canopy of a tree and have a little spin is a happy thing to do on a bright Autumn day. Although, admittedly, I don't do the full spin around myself these days due to… Continue reading An Unfamiliar Tree
I pass this Sycamore tree almost every day, it's on the lane towards the village that I walk along at least five or six times a week. Every time I pass and look up at it, particularly on a good weather day, I think "I should remember to bring my camera with me really...". Obviously,… Continue reading A Familiar Tree
I haven't been down to my local beach since the official start of lockdown in March. It's mainly because I might be doing everything I can to be as safe as I can, for myself and others, but the mass of holidaymakers on our beaches have come from far and wide and seemed determined to… Continue reading Beach Dragon
Often a sight on the Cornish coastline (so are Peregrine's, but they're mostly moving too high or too fast for me) Paraphrasing a Terry Pratchett line; "Tain't what a Kestrel looks like, it's what a Kestrel be."
Walking on the clifftops with, at most on the stretch of coast I am on most often, two to four people passing per hour, there is that safe feeling of having some relatively wide open space to yourself, which is of course a very valuable and reassuring sense of security currently. But looking out to… Continue reading A Bit of Space