Chaotic and loud,
All the fun of the fairground.
Laughter guaranteed,
An annual event in Nottingham, Goose Fair is one of the largest travelling fairs in Europe, second only to Hull apparently. Over three days it attracts around half a million visitors to around 350 rides at a site just outside the city centre. As an event I am not so enthusiastic, but photographically it can be rewarding.
Finally stopped still.
An elusive dart of blue
Enjoying his catch.
Kingfishers are a nightmare. I once paid for a workshop in order to sit in a hide for two hours, never seeing a kingfisher. They were almost becoming mythical creatures in my eyes, no easier to find than a unicorn. But fortune favours those who persist, or perspire, and I was lucky enough to see this guy one morning, having just caught a newt for breakfast.
A tired soldier sits
Watching the tide rolling in,
Trying to forget.
This sculpture sits on the North Bay at Scarborough, North Yorkshire. It is called “Freddie Gilroy and the Belsen Stragglers”. Freddie Gilroy was a soldier in WW2, who participated in the liberation of Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. The piece was made partly as a tribute to him, but also as a wider war and Holocaust memorial. For once the haiku genuinely has relevance.
Alone in the woods
As the sun burns through the mist.
Waiting for the light.
Note to self. Stop being so lazy, and get up in the morning. Not in the summer of course, that is ridiculous unless you are camping out. But autumn/winter when sunrise is at a reasonable time should be doable. I will do it.
Brought to life by light
the glass throws coloured patterns,
Driving out the dark.
Although I have no religious beliefs, I always love to go into churches and cathedrals – for the light. Stained glass windows, or even just artifacts lit by shafts of light in the darkness. This particular church was in Bamburgh, Northumberland.
Skilled hands and sharp tools
Reveal captured light in glass.
The artisan’s craft.
When you have a friend who works in stained glass it would be rude not to take a photograph in the studio.
PL twenty six.
Waiting for the next high tide
to go out and work
Let’s be honest, no photo collection is complete without a bit of rust. This fishing boat was at a foggy Newlyn harbour in Cornwall early one morning. I am only guessing it was waiting for the tide to finish coming in.
Leaning guardians
Listen to the wind’s secrets
Rustling in the leaves
A beautiful location, discovered after watching a video by Gary Gough, one of my favourite photographers. This woodland path is photogenic in all weathers and seasons. According to the locals I met it is most magical in the moonlight. Just watch out for the headless horseman.
At the City ground,
Reflecting on the season.
Better than we hoped.
Not the normal photo of a football ground, but the reflections of the flats from across the river made for something quite interesting.
Distant Isles beckon,
Wreathed in cloud, shrouded from view,
More rain on the way.
One reason Ireland is so green is the predictably unpredictable weather. Just sitting and watching the weather is a perfect stress relief.
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