In the darkest night
The Minster stands in the light.
Road to salvation?
Southwell Minster in Nottinghamshire. I came to photograph the moon installation in the Minster, but the twin steeples of the church are quite distinctive, so a mono night shot had to be tried. Luckily the weather was dry, because you have to get pretty low to the ground in order to get the full height within the entrance gate, The illuminated pathway was a bonus.
What point is a fence
Which has nothing to keep in?
Just a field with posts.
After an evening in North Yorkshire trying to photograph the galactic core not very well. Re-phrase that, I was trying to photograph it better, it just turned out not very well. I may or may not post my best attempt.
Anyway… the following morning, on the way home, I had to cross the moors in the fog. This fence loomed out of the shroud, totally wrecked, so I had to stop and try to get an image.
And am I wasting my time adding the option to comment? Let me know in the comments….
In the forest’s gloom
Tumbling over broken rocks.
A force of nature.
No, not the Scream. I am not Norwegian and I can’t paint.
I sometimes wonder if photographers should have a recognisable style, so you know their work automatically. Not that it matters in most cases, certainly not in mine, but I think a quick review of the posts will show I don’t have a style at all. Like the stream above, I go with the flow and capture whatever appeals. Where did that come from? I was going to preface this drivel by saying the image is not my normal style. Then I realised I didn’t have one, so it matters not a jot.
Comments/opinions welcomed.
Stacked up and ready,
Lobster pots eager for work.
Awaiting the boat.
The north-east coast of England is a treasure trove of harbours, islands, and castles. Seahouses is the gateway to the Farne Islands, famous for Grace Darling and puffins. The harbour is still a working port with its own charms.
No place for colour.
The contrast of white on black.
Swan taking a nap.
If ever there was a subject that needed monochrome, this is it. The swan was in front of a dark piece of lakeside woodland, which made it really stand out.
The eyes say it all.
Not my fault, I’m innocent.
How could you resist?
We thought we were temporarily fostering a puppy. Unfortunately this ‘pup’ was huge and boisterous. Lovely as he was, we were unable to cope and give him what he needed, so we only had him a week.
When the tide runs low
And there’s nowhere else to go,
I’ll stick in the mud.
Porlock Weir in Devon is a really interesting place to visit, and for long exposure photography when the tide is right. As you can guess from this image, I have yet to visit when the tide is right.
Huddled in warm bars,
As night falls across the town,
Conversation hums.
This pub is across the road from Nottingham Castle. The night adds a touch of isolation and mystery. The group of drinkers seen through the misted window, enjoying a drink with friends (possibly) add a touch of human interest. The question is there – was it a Tuesday, and were they having fish and chips?
brought back all these bar memories
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Ya, I can’t seem to remember those……ohhhh yes!! Lol! Haha!👍
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Crawling on scarred knees
over cold and hard flagstones.
Escape to the light.
A bit of a downbeat haiku, but it reflects the feel of the image. Another from Gloucester Cathedral.
As the fog draws in
and the evening cold bites hard,
Warmth comes in friendship.
A foggy December evening, devoid of colour, so crying out for monochrome.
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