Oban harbour, one sunny Sunday afternoon
Oban harbour, one sunny Sunday afternoon
Sometimes, when the golden hour starts immediately after work finishes for the day, one just has to go for a drive around the middle of nowhere in Perthshire. A couple of weeks ago, I stumbled across this scene along the back-road from Forgandenny to Glenfarg and was taken by the light on the undulating lines of the landscape.
I thought it interesting to compare it both in black & white versus colour, although both are a little more strongly processed than my usual taste.
A couple of days ago the shed door started coming off its hinges altogether in ordinary use – the wood underlying the screws had rotten away.
This afternoon, we burned the whole thing – and a great bonfire it made, too, with the roofing felt melting, burning, exuding a thick black smoke (fortunately not for too long).
I never used to understand the appeal of going to the beach. I still don’t, but I do appreciate the simplicity and stillness of gazing out to sea from the coast instead.
Taken above Portpatrick harbour, looking mostly south.
Early(ish) mornings with thick frost on the grass, painfully bright in the glare of the sunlight as the world warms from -3C overnight.
Thick misty clouds lurking in the glens.
Forests of primarily oak and birch, the trees green with moss while their fallen leaves cover the ground in a thick carpet of orange, yellow and red.
A red squirrel scampering up a beech tree.
Freedom to walk in the woods, basking in the joyful glory of it all.
One of the few New Year resolutions I’ve ever made was this year, and it was to look for photo opportunities characterised as much by areas of dark as by light – a kind of counter to the principle of seeking “good light”, largely because I find the term distasteful, so rather than photography, “writing with light” I hoped to print with dark instead. It’s actually been quite a successful strategy, over that I hope to continue using on occasion, as often as I remember anyway.
After a comment on blipfoto today, I did a bit of research into ferns. Earliest fossils of ferns data back to the Carboniferous period (325Mya), although the more modern species go as far back as the Cretaceous (145Mya). So now we know…
It appears to be summer – too hot for me, and even Dog doesn’t seem to like it that much, taking to lying in the hall in the middle of the house to stay cool. Walkies is best done in the woodland where it stays pleasantly cool and the light is beautifully dappled.