Photography with an occasional poem
Venice is one place from our trip that I would possibly like to go back to, out of season though. Just wandering the back streets and canal bridges, and staying until the lights come on. In the meantime, who doesn’t like a nice calm period of reflection?
While the rest of the family went and played crazy golf, I took the chance to have a slow wander around the harbour without running the risk of boring everyone else senseless. I understand this is one of the frustrations of having someone in the family who keeps stopping to take photos. The tide was low enough for me to get down to sea level rather than having to shoot from the harbour wall, and the reflections in the sea, distorted by the gentle breeze, took my eye.
A still autumn morning in Snowdonia, North Wales, with just a hint of the morning mist remaining. This is from the first proper workshop I attended, run by Doug Chinnery, in the mountains and lakes of Snowdonia. Now I need to persuade myself to get up early to grab more opportunities like this. Maybe not in summer with the sunrise at 5am though.
For those on the other side of the pond, that is checkered skies – only spelt correctly…
As previously mentioned, the Miroir d’Eau in Bordeaux creates a really nice mirror (would you have guessed from the name?) once the spray stops and the majority of the water drains away. The Bourse creates the perfect backdrop for an ad hoc meeting of friends.
As I wrote the title for this post I was reminded of “while my guitar gently weeps” lyrics. And then of the cover version with Prince’s guitar solo. Definitely worth a listen. But I digress.
I took this at Gloucester Cathedral, where there is a conveniently placed mirror. The original photo was ok, but when I turned it upside down it improved tremendously. Try standing on your head to have a look, and see if you agree.
I see the future.
A crystal ball on the pier.
Lives turned upside down.
The pier boardwalk is lined with small plaques remembering peole who have enjoyed the pier, or the area. In the ball you can see the names of one such couple – Irene and Frank, whose lives have literally been turned upside down in the reflection. Sometimes it is scary how well the images lend themselves to the lines.
This is another image from my day in Swanage with Digital Camera Magazine.