In a past Monday Window, I showcased this winter sunrise, as spotted reflected on one of our windows. It’s too pretty not to share with Past Squares even though squaring it has made it small – but almost perfectly formed.
Window Mark Two for Becky’s Past Squares
The last photo I took in September was of a disabled dragon. This dragon’s glory days are all in the past. No longer can he roar, belching fearsome flames from his mighty maw. He’s a Covid-era dragon, sensibly equipped with a face mask. Scary dragons are so last millennium.
This photo is a square for Past Squares …
and for Brian of Bushboy’s World Last on the Card.
For this week’s Lens-Artists’ Challenge, Ann-Christine’s invited us to consider feet and shoes. Neither my knobbly feet, nor my not-quite-smartly-polished shoes are things I care to show off. But children? That’s a different matter.
Anaïs discovered her feet not so long ago.
And Zoë some time ago knew that boots were a must-have item of clothing.
Though there again, mummy’s shoes are better …
And what trip to the beach would be complete without burying someone in the sand?
When my daughter taught for a year in South Korea, the first thing she and every single pupil did each day was remove outdoor shoes and place them in a rack, in favour of indoor flip-flops.
Let’s finish with two photos featuring adults. Watching the annual Cavalcada de Reis – Procession of the Magi – in Barcelona one year, one spectator discovered a use for his motor cycle helmet to give him extra inches.
And here’s a group of young women watching the annual Tour de Yorkshire go by.
The featured photo is a memory of a day out in Whitstable, when I went with my son and William to explore the beach.
We travelled to and from Spain on the ferry from Portsmouth to Santander. Two days and a night of the English Channel, and the boundless ocean in the form of the Bay of Biscay. I spent a lot of time on deck. but inside the Galicia, there were portholes a-plenty through which to see the sea. As my fellow-passengers also knew.
Casting around for suitable ideas for Jude’s Life in Colour – White – challenge, I remembered a post I’d written two years ago. Not only does it work for Jude (up to a point) but it fits the bill for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Here it is:
I’ve never been much good at twiddling with the controls on my camera. I even joined a photography course recently, in an effort to get to grips with apertures, shutter speeds and ISO controls. But it just made my head hurt, and I reverted to ‘Automatic’ as my default modus operandi. I decided I’m a snaphot-ist, not a photographer.
Yesterday however, just for a bit of fun, and having an hour to spare, I turned to the ‘palette’ settings and took an identical shot using every single one. Though I forgot to take one on ‘Automatic’, so the tale isn’t quite complete. Can’t do it now. This little twig of blossom (cherry?), a chance discovery found in the road, wilted in the night.
Which do you like best? As ever, click on any image to see it full size. They’re in strict alphabetical order – no favouritism here.
Three posts in three days. That’s a bit much. But I’ve pushed out all my last thoughts before taking a blogging break. I just might post the odd thing – such as Six Degrees of Separation at the start of next month – but so total will be my break that – sorry – I may not even read your offerings, fellow bloggers.
Poor old window. Poor old washing line. They each wanted their five minutes of fame as a Monday Window, and as a Monday Washing Line. And instead their shadows grab the limelight.
If you want to know why the window seems a bit curvy, that’s because the wall it’s projected on is pretty old. Vestiges remain from the days when it was first built, in the 15th century, for lay brothers from Fountains Abbey who lived and farmed here.
A less-than interesting photo of the main road near Skipton? Who cares? We were off to see my daughter and her family for the first time in about a year. For us it was the very brightest day of the year.
All the same, maybe this one’s more interesting…
This is what I saw as I was walked through West Tanfield, the day before Earth Day.
Drawn to this bright and cheery vardo, a traditional Romani caravan, I stopped to chat. No, they weren’t going to Appleby Horse Fair. It’s been postponed. Instead, one man, one woman and their horse were spending the next months travelling simply, exploring as the mood took them, always one of them walking, leading their horse as the other rode in the wagon. They’d travelled fewer than fifteen miles that day, on side roads and country lanes. The slogan on the back had attracted anger and rebellion from many passers by. But others, like me, had liked the clear distinct message.
Pull down the blind! The sun outlines the window beyond in all its detail.
Out walking yesterday, we saw lots of lambs. They brightened up our day.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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