There’s hardly anything to say, is there? Every fine morning – and we do get a few, occasionally – this kind of picture is waiting for us, if we can be bothered to look!
The sheer majesty of nature is there in the simplest things. And, you know, the financially richest people in the world might never stop to see it. Perhaps that makes them, overall, the poorest.
Last week was a very busy one for me, but finally, yesterday, I made time to get some fresh air for a few moments. And once again, I found the joy of just noticing.
This shot is not of a craggy cliff, nor is it an aerial view of a pond (or of anything else.) It’s a close-up view of the bark of a young oak tree. Nature never fails, eh?
I took today as something of a photographic challenge; warm, but dull and wet weather persisted. Indeed, the climate over the last week or two has reminded me of that phrase further quantity of ditto so beloved of auctioneers when compiling catalogues. Nothing looked the least bit (ahem) seasonal.
In the local natural scene, there was little of note to observe. Only grass, I thought…
Wait a minute! Yes, grass. Including this tall ornamental kind I spotted nearby. But how do you depict a grey, blustery day in an interesting way?
On impulse, I tried combining natural light with flash, to give a sense of movement with a touch of sparkle. Maybe the best Christmas decorations are alive. We just have to look for them.
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?
