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.
A still day at sea,
One red sail set against blue.
Looking calm becalmed.
Minimalist. So not a lot to say really. A single yacht taking life easy off the coast of the Scilly Isles.
Rising from the dunes,
Defence from a bygone age,
But still standing strong.
Like Wales, the northeast coast of England is awash with old castles. Some are total ruins, but some are still actually lived in. One is Bamburgh Castle, sat atop sand dunes and looking out over the North Sea to the Farne Islands.
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.
Dark and dangerous
Tangled branches and dark skies.
Witches on the prowl.
Been a bit quiet for a few days, things got in the way a bit. However…
I couldn’t resist this tree when I found it, not a straight line to be seen. Twisting and turning from trunk to sky. Felt a little spooky, as if an evil queen or witch was ready to energe with a poisoned apple.
Feathers like a cloud,
Graceful in a white tutu.
A swan by the lake.
I have no clue if this is a male or female swan, but as far as I am concerned both can wear a tutu if they want.
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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.
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