Moving on

I have made a tentative start in a new sketchbook, silver birch trees with there bright yellow ochre leaves set against a backdrop of blue and grey skies are the inspiration.

Waiting

I am so looking forward to Summer it seems to have been a really long Winter, and even though it's Spring  I feel like we are still waiting for the warmer weather to start. I took these few photographs in a friends garden on the one beautiful day that we have had.

Inspiration

I frequently check out the Porthmeor Studios renovation site, I find the photographs by Graham Gaunt really inspiring the empty worn spaces are so evocative of a time passed and so full of history. Interestingly I find the earlier photographs before the renovation started more beautiful than the more recent photographs, I just love all those worn surfaces, rusty nails and broken windows. The film below is by Graham Gaunt and shows the studios in November 2011.

Festive Greetings

I hope everyone is enjoying the festive break and taking a well earned rest, I love the few days between Christmas and New Year for me it is a time to relax, catch up with some reading and watching a few films.
I would just like to say a big Thank you to all my visitors and for all the comments you have left this year it is much appreciated. Wishing you all a wonderful festive season and a great 2013.

Black and White

I went for a short walk today with the intention of photographing some Autumn colour, but came back with these black and white images instead.

Last Days of Summer

Some photographs taken on one of the very last warm sunny days that we had early in September.

A stroll around the garden, and beyond.

The weather in the UK has been really beautiful over the past week, so there has been lots of opportunity to have a practise with my camera. I started in the garden and then went beyond.

The forget-me-nots and cow parsley looked very beautiful.

I hope everyone has a great week and that the weather is as beautiful with you as it is here, unfortunately it is not going to last, rain in the middle of the week apparently but at least it keeps everything green and fresh.

Winter

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror


T S Eliot
Four Quartets (Little Gidding)