I thought I had posted this before, but I guess I couldn’t think of a haiku. Thankfully I have now shaken off that contraint. This was taken in Madeira, when we went to the peak at Pico de Areiro, only to find the cloud was below us and the view was non-existent. Fortunately it was also windy, and eventually the cloud parted to reveal a single outcrop.
As I wrote the title for this post I was reminded of “while my guitar gently weeps” lyrics. And then of the cover version with Prince’s guitar solo. Definitely worth a listen. But I digress.
I took this at Gloucester Cathedral, where there is a conveniently placed mirror. The original photo was ok, but when I turned it upside down it improved tremendously. Try standing on your head to have a look, and see if you agree.
When you think of a steam engine, what comes to mind? Steam, and a whistle? Glad you said that, because that is precisely what you have here. Another view of the steam shed at Grosmont in the Yorkshire Dales,
Maybe less controversial than the last post. Watching the gannets makes such a brilliant way to pass the time. Bempton Cliffs on the east coast of England is a prime location for numerous birds, but the gannets are definitely the best performers.
Possibly the last.
Focusing on the image –
The haiku “whenever”.
Let’s be honest, who comes here for the haiku? At the end of the day it is a photo blog, so I will continue to share my images, many of which may be “marmite” images. Some may hate them, some may love them, but if you like the majority then hopefully you will stay. I am not ruling out the odd poetic expression, but it will not be a focus from now on.
This image is quite possibly a marmite one….
Photograph raindrops.
No pleasure in going out,
When it rains it pours.
Yesterday, and today for that matter, was miserable weather. Cold rain, and continuous. So I told myself to pick up the camera and take a photo. Options were limited as I was not stepping outside, so raindrops on the window it became. I like that you can see the house across the road, inverted in the droplets.
Pastel petals swirl,
A gift of love and beauty.
Short-lived but heartfelt.
Not often I take photos of flowers, but when your wife says she really likes the roses there is some level of obligation. So I did.
And, out of interst, do you take photos or make them? Unless I am making something in photoshop like Adamsky effects, I take photos. I find it a little pretentious when someone presents a straight out of camera landscape they “made”. Just my opinion.
Sitting on a branch
Relaxing in the sunshine,
Waiting for a fish.
I really like the Adamsky effect as a method of removing distractions for a more minimalist look. Not pure photography, but then what is? I have seen several methods for doing this on t’Interweb, and have settled on an amalgamation of a few. Maybe I should write a tutorial, but then people might think I know what I am doing. Can’t have that.
Is it romantic?
Or are the words just slushy,
Like the melting snow?
It’s a difficult balance to get the words right, to express emotions without getting too sentimental or too pretentious, and just being sincere. I guess that is why so many people give up, and rely on the words of the old poets to help them out. Whatever works.
Extreme pollarding!
Praying limbs will soon grow back,
Reaching for the sky.
The last image from the recent bad weather, and melting snow. This lone tree reminded me of the Whomping Willow from Harry Potter. Fingers crossed it does recover from the extreme haircut. Maybe I will check again in the summer.
