That doesn’t look real!
Of course it isn’t you fool,
Just playing around.
Normally I don’t do much in Photoshop, and do basic edits and masking in Lightroom. But every now and then… Back to ‘normal’ photos next time.
Haiku Blog – Pictures and Words
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Narrowboat
Digital nomads.
Slowing the pace and breathing,
Life on the canal.One of our favourite places for a walk – Trent Lock near Nottingham. A junction of one canal and two rivers and, more importantly, two pubs and a tearoom. Nice flat walking in several directions, and always something to see.
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Deceptive
Although I look calm
I’m wilder than I might seem.
So keep your distance.This is the tail end of the rutting season, a time when the deer are particularly aggressive. But just because they are in an enclosed parkland at Wollaton Park in Nottingham, some people seem to think they are tame pets.
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Moored
Kept safe on the sand,
The low tide and mooring lines
Keep her from drifting.Hopefully you are comfortable with the pronoun. She identifies both as a boat and a female, which is why most boats have female names. Except this one, which is a fishing boat and therefore has initial letters to identify the home port followed by a number.
But the real question is what came first? The boat or the mooring as the main point of interest. It was the rusty mooring loop. Now you know.
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Waiting
One man and his board
Waiting for the perfect wave,
Staring out to sea.On Bude beach in Cornwall, he just stood there for minutes on end, either waiting for a wave (like the ones directly in front of him?) or possibly realising that October in England was a little chilly. Either way it made a decent almost-minimalist shot.
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Dog?
Silently watching
Over wild Atlantic swells.
This dog is my rock.Or maybe, ‘this rock is my dog’. I spotted this when walking back from Hawker’s Hut and I saw a dog, complete with ear. Since then I have googled and I cannot find any mention of it as a dog rock, or lion rock. I can’t be the only one to have noticed? Or maybe my googling skills are lacking. Actually, it could be that flying lion thing from Neverending Story. Anyway, whatever, it is today’s post.
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Hawker’s Hut
Drugs and poetry,
The parson’s opium den.
Tucked against the cliff.One of my problems is I don’t always think things through properly, and end up having to publish two posts in a day to clarify things. So my last post may have been confusing. Is that a bad thing? Well welcome to my world of perpetual bewilderment… So to give context to my last post – this is the full Hawker’s Hut. Named after a local parson, Robert Stephen Hawker(1803 – 1875),who built it from driftwood and timber retrieved from shipwrecks, with a turf roof. Still remarkably preserved, and owned by the National Trust. Hawker used the hut as a bolt hole, with beautiful views over the Atlantic Ocean, where he would write poetry and smoke opium.
Now the previous post makes sense?
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Opium Den
A simple door latch,
Access to old Hawker’s Hut.
Secret hideaway.I will post a photo of Hawker’s hut to give wider context, but I really liked this detail of the entrance. Hawker’s hut is in Morwenstow, Cornwall, in England. It is a Grade 2 listed wooden building, and the smallest property owned by the National Trust. You will see it in all its small but perfectly formed glory soon….
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Storm
Waves – crash all you can.
I am the storm, shrieked the wind,
Mine is the power.It has been a week or so since I posted, as I have been away on a short break to the Devon coast. As storm Amy was coming to an end, we made an evening visit to Hartland Quay. The waves were amazing, and even though I am quite pleased with this image, I still don’t feel it does justice to the anger in the sea.
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Gift
Bridge across the Trent.
A thoughtful gift from Michael.
Hard to gift-wrap though.A pedestrian bridge across the river Trent at Burton, a centre of beer brewing in the Est Midlands of England. A little flamboyant but it has stood the test of time.
