I got a parking ticket today, booooooo! But I also took these photo’s for no good reason bar snapping, yaaaaayyy! To take a different view of Brighton than the obvious was my challenge and on editing I found myself returning to my love of colour and abstraction. Come for a little promenade…
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‘And so The Snow Queen also became a story about the need to seek equilibrium, in our own lives, with the natural world, even within the universe at large.’ Joan Vinge
‘Magic is this layer of peace nature brings us with her frozen tears’ FT
‘The snow goose need not bath itself to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.’ Lao Tzu
‘Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.’ Alice M Swain
‘The future lies before you like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it for every step will show.’ Anon
‘In that moment robin knew hummingbird.’ FT
‘The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found’
J B Priestly
‘Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.’ Andy Goldsworthy
‘The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.’ Margaret Atwood
‘You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.’ Amy Lowell
red leaves are falling like spinning dervishes on the eddies of the wind
ulalating their final song
we give you fire and glory before the dark months
With such lovely autumnal sunshine I headed out to the New Forest this week with the intention of trying to capture some sunset landscapes and grey mares to photograph. White horses have a deep connection to the south of England … Continue reading
In one of my mother’s diaries, writing about my first year, it says that I seemed to be only soothed by watching the leaves above me from the comfort of my pram. The patterns, colours and movement of leaves I do find fascinating. The veins of chlorophyll like a road system spreading across a continent. The fun of being a child again and kicking up fallen leaves in autumn afternoons. The delicate prize of a skeleton leaf more fragile than antique lace. Yup, she was right I liked leaves. I found a skeleton physalis case this week which I am yet to photograph so in the meantime here is a series of luscious leaves that I have taken this year.
I had such a wonderful response to my recent blog about the Secret Garden Party festival I thought I should treat you to some more festival wild things that are we humble humans in full summer bloom in thanks for … Continue reading
It is 10 years now that I have been visiting crop circles. Late spring begins, the rape fields flower and the circles start to arrive in the fields of Hampshire, Wiltshire and slowly over the decades they have spread up country, over the channel, the atlantic, the globe. Beautiful circles, beautiful art work, beautiful messages, beautiful questions…
‘Who’ is usually the dominant question when people see the amazing images created in the crop fields but after dancing that dervish for a decade and finding myself down Alice’s rabbit hole I am now much more interested in the ‘Why’ of them. Why? For fun, for mystery, for art, for communication, for connection, to create wonder and amazement in the viewer and for those that read these glyphs a little deeper: a truly mindboggling array of geometric patterns to decipher and understand.
Like cherries on the top of a fine cake, crop circles enhance and add that little bit of magic and mystery to an already luscious ancient landscape filled with monoliths, stone circles, archaeology and wild nature that are the fields of Merry England…and beyond!
This little photo series show a few of the circles, the croppies (the people) and the surrounding areas that I visited this year and the wonderful Barge public house that provides safe haven for relaxed colourful campers on the banks of the Kennet Canal.
“In this green and pleasant land
We have a dream to understand
In the mountains of the mind
There is a spirit you will find…” © Dreadzone
I don’t think Dreadzone were singing of crop circles when they wrote this but my, doesn’t it fit well!
A fellow photographer, who creates superb calendars, Steve Alexander is the lucky one who gets to fly above the circles and capture these wonderful images. Like flying over the Nazca lines ~ it is only in flight that we can see the full picture. Thanks Steve :)
It’s not always flowers that I love to photograph but also the human blooms that arrive in the fields of England when the marquees are set up, the sound sytem plugged in and the festival fancy dress adorned. This year … Continue reading
Back at the tail end of a long dark winter I picked up my partners Pentax Optio. In my pyjamas I crept out into the dark morning, like a bear slumbering out of its’ cave after the rain, and was absorbed by colour and light. Last summer I had bought a jumbo bag of spring bulbs and there on that bleak morning were the forgotten treasures of freshly blooming crocus. It was these photographs that inspired me to start a project called ‘A Brave New World’ taking a photograph a day of nature and colour to keep me inspired. I hope they inspire you too.
