I met these delightfully graceful animals recently, while taking a short walk through Wollaton Park, Nottingham. They roam wild here, as they have done for over 400 years. They can run as a pack, while hardly making a sound!
A large proportion of glass in architecture, whether old style or modern, is often fascinating. Here, we are back again to my beloved Wollaton Park, Nottingham. This is the view looking up at the roof of the Camellia House, set in the grounds. One of the earliest cast iron glasshouses of its kind, it was built in 1827. It has recently been extensively restored, and is still used for its original purpose.
Buildinds such as this one provide a wonderful display of shape and line – a photographer’s paradise!
This post continues my contribution to the Alphabet Project:
We’re back again, of course, to my beloved Wollaton Park, Nottingham, where deer have roamed wild for many generations. (Of deer and humans, that is.) This situation – fading daylight, moving subject, desire for high quality image and reasonable depth of field) had me wanting to replace my trusty but now dated DSLR with one giving improved performance at high ISO settings. (New one will have to stay on my wish list for a bit longer.)
I think the adage is true: children and animals are both, indeed, hard but rewarding subjects for any photographer – and the perseverance is worthwhile!
The word ‘deer’ incidentally, comes from an old word for an animal; a wilderness was literally a wild-deer-ness!
This post continues my response to the Alphabet Photography Challenge.
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Thursday saw the brief return of summer. In the sensory garden at Wollaton Park, Nottingham, bees of all kinds were taking advantage of this. I’m sorry that I can’t give you the scent of all the flowers and plants: buddleia, rosemary, lavender, box, many more…
One wet evening, when noboby else was around in this part of the park, I just stopped to capture this arrargement of shape and line.
Thousands of people walk through here, on a pleasant Saturday or Sunday. How many notice, I wonder?
