This is the time when the crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ brings vibrant colour to our summer border.
En masse the impact is quite stunning.
This picture is of the sheep field next to my garden. Yes, it is a meadow and yes, there is a haze – partly golden but also with a pronounced pink tinge. The haze is created by the tiny seed heads being wafted by the breeze. At a distance the camera is unable to focus on the smallness of the moving seeds – hence the haze. I very much like the mystery of the resulting impressionistic image.
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To the east and north of Camber stretches Romney Marsh, a flat and low lying area covering approximately 100 square miles. For two centuries or more it has been noted for its special breed of sheep – a breed that has adapted well to the wetland conditions. Dotted through this sparsely populated region are a number of villages and small towns.
But in recent years this quiet, rural landscape has been transformed – some would say disfigured, others ravaged – by the construction of 26 wind turbines, each 115 metres (377 feet) high. They occupy an area of, roughly, 4 square miles at Little Cheyne Court. In such a flat landscape the turbines are visible for several miles. There has been, and continues to be, a good deal of local opposition to the wind farm.
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Camber Sands are a stretch of coastline in East Sussex between Rye and the Dungeness headland. The Sands comprise a flat, golden beach about 5 miles long and provide a favourite venue for kite surfers. They have been, and are, used frequently for film and TV scenes requiring a desert location.
Although in peak holiday season the beach becomes extremely popular, much of the year, because of its vast expanse, there is ample space to be ‘alone’. The beach shelves very gently and at low tide it can require a long walk to reach a swimmable depth of sea.
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The tranquility of the location evoked a natural, tender response from these two young lovers.
Over the next week or so I intend to post probably three collections of pebble patterns. All of the images were taken as I walked along a beach in East Sussex. When I spotted a pebble that interested me I simply stood over it, pointed my camera down and clicked. The pictures were obviously cropped later. Nothing has been added or removed from the actual image. I am constantly amazed by the beauty of the abstract patterns in natural objects that can so easily pass unnoticed.
At 11am it was a bright sunny morning on Camber Sands. Parents and children were at play – balls were being hit, frisbees tossed, sand castles were being built. Then, very suddenly, the scene was lost as a blanket of dense sea mist blew in, quite rapidly. All sound seemed stifled. Visibility was reduced to 40 or 50 metres.
After 15 or so minutes the mist lifted, almost as quickly as it had arrived. As it dispersed silhouettes of figures emerged, at first as vague shapes and then in clearer form.
I had taken a few photos of water lily pads after a shower and was playing with them, as one does, when I became aware of company. There, in the top right corner, was a face – a somewhat impish face watching my every move. I decided to add two red dots to the eyes, perhaps emphasizing his mischievous character. The dots are the only addtions to the original picture.
Just a little devilish fun!
Memories of a place visited are often stirred by the recollection of some significant incident or happening. For me, Barcelona will be forever associated with the nature and quality of the street music in the Old Town, the Ciutat Vella, and especially in the Gothic quarter around the cathedral.
As we left the hushed atmosphere of the cathedral, we heard the gentle plucking and strumming of a guitar. There, just 30 yards or so from the cathedral door, sat the diminutive and retiring guitarist pictured below. Her meditative playing enhanced further the mood of the occasion.
Just a short distance away, maybe 400 yards, we encountered the scene below It needs no words of explanation or elaboration. Just from the photograph the ambience is almost tangible. It was an unexpected experience of sheer bliss.
These two images are my Barcelona.