Photos and occasional pomes

Tag: monochrome

  • Steam

    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,

  • Change

    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….

  • Blank

    It’s gone. It just went.
    My mind is totally blank.
    Nope, can’t think of a

    This is really weird. I guess even small time writers can get writers block, but my notebook is slowly filling with garbage, trying to find a decent haiku. Maybe I need a break, or maybe I go back to finding an image and shoe-horning in appropriate words? There may be more radio silence while I sort this out in my head.

  • Stone the Crows

    A murder of crows
    May not lead to a murder.
    But you never know…

    Not sure that two is enough to make a murder, but I could hardly whistle up a couple of spares. So for this purpose two is a murder.
    Just a happy chance encounter along the banks of the canal in Bude.

  • Old

    Unsightly repairs
    And imperfect symmetry.
    Growing old is tough.

    Strelley Hall on the ouskirts of Nottingham is a fairly blocky and uninteresting building. The only really intersting part is the entrance. On the positive they do really good afternoon teas, and the courtyard has a number of small shops selling unusual crafts and gifts. More importantly it has a Gallery that just might have some of my photographs for sale. Just saying… 🙂

  • 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….

  • 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.

  • Sentinel

    Cold and so alone.
    A sentinel in the mist
    Waiting for the sun    .

    Less is more, more or less. A misty frosty morning in the park.

  • Misty

    Ahead lies a path
    The destination misted.
    Turrets pierce the sky.

    A misty morning on Wollaton Park in Nottingham. Out of sight to the right is the lake. The resident deer will wade in the lake to cool down. Not that I have seen them yet, but one day I will capture that image. Wollaton Hall is rising through the mist at the end of the path. Hard to believe this was once someone’s back garden!

  • Hidden

    One chair, no windows.
    A retreat from noise and haste,
    Hidden on the hill.

    We found this deserted shack nestled into the hillside on the island of St. Martins, one of the Scilly Isles. It seems like it was/is occupied, but no windows. Maybe they are hidden behind the long shutter? Maybe the occupant is a vampire, and just doesn’t like the light? We had no garlic, so didn’t investigate that closely. You never know.