Although I’ve already seen a good few daffodils about, these are the first fully open tete-a-tete ones in my garden. Maybe spring is nearly here!




Just a day or two back, a morning frost occurred in the area where I live. This, in itself, isn’t particularly remarkable: it’s winter, after all. But what is more special is that the cooling must have happened quite slowly, because the crystals were much larger an usual, even though the frost was not particularly severe. The result is this effect where the grass looks like candied angelica – rather pretty, I think.
Looking upwards can be especially good when you think you’ve run out of ideas – in photography, or more generally! Oh, how we tend to look just in front of us! This shot was taken on a bright January day, last year. The view made me stop and think, before I raised my camera.
Look ahead, look down, look sideways, look behind you, even. But don’t forget to look up.
It always seems fitting, to me, at any rate, that the various parts of different species of ivy, mostly quite poisonous, have such strange shapes, patterns, and/or colouring. I happened to spot a large clump, covered in berries like these. Oddly attractive, but they seem to send a warning, as well!
And so we have another topic dear to my heart, as some of you know. This picture was taken at a special event at The Ecclesbourne Valley Railway, at Wirksworth in Derbyshire. Here are two fine examples of road transport vehicles from, well… not all that long ago. At least, not to my way of thinking…!
Poets and Photographers rhapsodise over sunsets, and it’s not difficult to see why; that always present, yet always different, event that crowns the end of each day with a display of colour in the sky. A scene that can’t be bought – it’s never for sale – but viewing is highly recommended.
Although this picture was taken in August, not November, I felt reminded of the symbolism of poppies as a flower of remembrance of the fallen in war.
Now, I don’t object to the use of paper or plastic flowers as a badge, or for similar purposes, but somehow, real flowers for a display (or in a picture for contemplation) just seem right, somehow.
The loss of life was real. The emotions were (and are) real. Our respect for the fallen should be real. This unpretentious scene said it all, for me.