One of my favourite flowers because of its scent, the tiny florets of viburnum (about 5mm across) are very appealing to the macro photographer. I found these on the last day of January – a lovely combination of flowers, water, and sunshine!It's kind to share!
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.It's kind to share!
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!It's kind to share!
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…!It's kind to share!
I captured this image only today, and when I first viewed it, I thought I’d try a black-and-white conversion (it was almost entirely green and white, anyway) so as to emphasise shape and line. See what you think…It's kind to share!
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.It's kind to share!
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.