… one summer’s evening in Pembrokeshire.
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Playing With a Poorly Camera
Ooh dear. Just look. I’m meant to be using the manual settings on my camera to experiment with Depth of Field – not something I often do. And as soon as I switch to fiddling with Aperture, this is what I get.
It wasn’t misbehaving earlier in the week and now it is. But with my Tame Camera Shop being shut for the duration, I’m stuck.
Ah well, I’ll go out to play instead. I’ll stand in a single place on the riverbank and take photos of the ox-eye daisies, zooming in to get ever closer. It’s the best I can do. My feet don’t move, but my zoom does.
This last photo isn’t part of my ‘homework’. But who doesn’t love a poppy, perfectly poised on a parapet?
An Optimistic Window
I just came upon this picture that I took one Christmas Eve. Even though it’s from mid-winter, it seems to be such a positive image, full of promise for the day ahead, that I thought I’d post it while we’re still largely confined in Lockdown.
Six Circles for a Lockdown Saturday
Potting shed at Gurukula, Kerala, India
El Clot metro station, Barcelona.
Street Art, Valencia.
Yayo Kusana’s The Passing Winter (2005) in Tate Liverpool
Look up in Liverpool Central Library and this is what you’ll see …
A trip round the harbour in Alicante.
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It’s All Wet
I’ve been hunting through the archive for pictures that are All Wet. It’s easy enough to find souvenirs of days out in the rain: this is England after all; and of riverside and seaside shots. But my eye kept being drawn to these photos, ones taken when I was reluctantly imprisoned inside during a rainstorm, or otherwise messing about in the wet. What do you think?
A soggy weekend in Cumbria.
The car had to tackle some seriously deep puddles as we came home from our Cumbrian weekend.
Cherry blossom drifting onto a sunlit pond.
The carwash.
Edinburgh in the rain, as seen from the National Museum of Scotland.
Look for Shadows
‘Look for shadows’, says Jude. So I have. William did too, and he was sure he could catch his shadow if he tried just a little bit harder.
I went out catching shadows too: on roadways, in fields, on the bedroom wall. Sometimes they were crisp silhouettes of the objects themselves, and at other times bafflingly indistinct, or satisfyingly abstract.
Last year, in Northumberland: our intrepid band of hikers pinned against a drystone wall.
A selection of legs – human, probably – at Masham Sheep Fair.
Self-portrait as shadow.
Climbers growing outside the window reflected on the wall and ceiling.
Plant life on the roadside.
A pretty accurate portrait of an oak tree painted by the sun on a recently harrowed field last week.
Climbing Gracefully to the Top of the House
A Topaz Sky
I’ve just been checking on Google, and I seem to be able to get away with describing most shades of blue as ‘topaz’. So here I am, during a lunchtime walk last week, glancing through the treetops at a topaz sky.
Serendipitous Topiary?
Shadow puppetry by happenstance? Perhaps I’ve taken leave of my senses, but on a walk the other day, looking at the shadows cast across my path, all I could see in my mind’s eye was that scene in Little Red Riding Hood where she comes upon the wolf in Grandma’s bed. ‘What big ears you have, Grandmama.’
I thought it was Top Topiary anyway, even if no garden shears were involved.
A Top Key Worker …
… atop a hedge. Another of the scarecrow posse in North Stainley celebrating the work of everyone working to keep us safe and healthy.
Here’s a supermarket delivery driver. Give him a clap!
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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