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
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
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
I don't know what to tell you about this one, apart from it is a single frame, not created in Photoshop proper photograph, of a household object - although admittedly not any other household will have a piece of unique Mrs H glass art, created by fusing together different, hand-cut glass shapes in sea-inspired colours.… Continue reading Fused
There is a section at the end of Davidstow Woods that my wife and I always jokingly call 'Apocalypse Woods'. For some reason, the stand of trees there is just a collection of mostly dead but still upright trunks, standing in a boggy section of ground that is slowly regenerating around it, and so that… Continue reading Apocalypse Woods
