When I woke up the sun was shining and it looked like a gorgeous day, so instead of going back to bed I decided to take the camera for a walk and see if I could find some pictures. I walked like a snail, but by the time I got home I was really tired. I’m so glad I didn’t go back to bed…at least not until after I got back from my walk! I had to share some of the pictures I found in sunny Stamford this morning…or yesterday morning… [Read more…] about I saw the sun…it must be Spring!
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Sunset over the meadows…
Last Friday in the late afternoon I walked into town and took my camera hoping to find some pictures. Half way there the light started to fade. I was disapointed, but I kept going with the hope of catching a rare photo with evening light on a building or something. On an impulse I turned down and headed toward the traditional meadow that sits between two small shallow streams before the water joins and flows as one river underneath the bridge into Stamford. As I stepped clear of the tiny narrow street of ancient houses too dark to photograph, I looked out across the expanse of green and saw a large orange sun setting over the trees. [Read more…] about Sunset over the meadows…
Shadowland…
Being ill, I slept in ’till one and then sat here still undressed as the clock closed on four. Getting up I looked out the window and admired the fading October sunlight falling through the leaves behind our house. The property behind us has a rusty corrugated iron shed piled on one side with abandoned junk, but the back which faces the setting sun is clear. I threw on some clothes, grabbed the camera and went to take pictures of the light through the leaves, but by the time I got outside the sun had already set too low ruining my initial shots. I stood there feeling slightly irritated and then I noticed my shadow against the back of the corrigated shed. I took a few shots then stepped back and noticed how my shadow legs elongated…with the light and green and brown leaves it made me think how our shadows lead alternative lives. They’re like us, only different. What does my shadow get up to when I’m not looking? [Read more…] about Shadowland…
A Stop in Buckden…
The Goblin had the day off so today we went out for a late drive and impulsively stopped in Buckden, off the A1 (otherwise known as The Great North Road). We ended up visiting the church and of course I had to take some pictures… [Read more…] about A Stop in Buckden…
A walk into town…
This afternoon, the Autumn sun was shining and I felt compelled to walk into town with the camera. I didn’t know what I would find, but I hoped to see some beautiful things. I live in Stamford, an old coach stop on the Great North Road. It’s a lovely little town with lots of Georgian stone buildings. Having decided I was looking for pictures, I turned down a narrow lane I rarely use and met the most adorable tortoiseshell cat. It was in the mood for company so it deigned to pose. I couldn’t believe it when it walked over to the brick wall and sat down. Did he know he matched the brick wall? I think so! [Read more…] about A walk into town…
Stanton on the Moor…
On Thursday the sun was shining and once again, the Goblin didn’t have to go to work so we headed for Derbyshire and Stanton on the Moor to take photos. Say it outloud with a bad English accent (unless you are English in which care say it with a really bad Welsh accent), ‘Stanton on the Moor’. It sounds like one of those Gothic romance novels loosely based on Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. Stanton on the Moor…it’s the top of a hill covered in heather except for the path, large clump of trees in the middle and the odd Torr. (tor or torr tör; noun a hill, a rocky height. Old English torr tor, from Latin turris tower, or perhaps from Celtic) Torrs are large standing rocks that were probably set up by prehistoric people who meant it to say something like, ‘We’re so strong and fit we could afford to risk our strongest young men all pulling muscles to lift this great big rock to a standing position…to let you know how strong and fit we are!’ Or maybe (because there are climbing holes in it and we can’t date the holes) maybe it was a way to see if unfriendly neighbors were coming to steal their sheep and women. [Read more…] about Stanton on the Moor…