It appears, from comments received yesterday, that the black and white pictures I post are popular, even if they are not a favourite of Mrs H of Cornwall. So here's a black and white treatment of the one I posted yesterday.
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
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.
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
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
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
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