Rippling down south
growing wide at estuary
wild nature of Exe
peaceful, a balm to my soul
to wash away all my tears
…there’s always a sting in the tail….
This is Julia’s prompt for the 100 WCGU this week. Join in at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/100-word-challenge-week91/ and here is my attempt.
A tale of Tinks tail.
Faerie folk aren’t what they seem you know. Did you think that Tink was Miss Goody Two Shoes? Nah, she didn’t mend pots and pans out of the goodness of her heart. He motive was banging us on the head with them. If we managed to duck in time, then the noise would perforate our dainty little eardrums instead. Those wings made her look like a flutterby; but she was a hornet with a sting in her tail. There’s always a sting in the tale, hers gave us sweet witchypoos a bad name, blaming us for her naughtiness. Into the cauldron with her!
This is what Jake has to say about perspective.
The way in which objects appear to the eye, Representing the effects of visual perspective in graphic arts,
Perspective photography distortion is determined by the relative distances at which the image is captured and viewed, and is due to the angle
of view of the image (as captured) being either wider or narrower than the angle of view at which the image is viewed, hence the apparent
relative distances differing from what is expected. Related to this concept is axial magnification the perceived depth of objects at a given magnification.
And this is my photo.
To join in visit http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/sunday-post-perspective/
Dartmoor National Park has over 450 miles of permitted access footpaths. You will find gentle strolls with fabulous views and rugged long distance hikes for the intrepid. Wildlife is abundant, there are quaint villages, old stannary towns, bronze age burial sites and lots of legends. I have explored many areas but there are a few places that I will always go back to, Scorhill and Houndtor are top of my list.
The paths in my photos, are narrow tracks worn into the grass that have been walked for centuries. Houndtors rocks are a climbers paradise and you will find someone dangling from a rope on most days! Once you reach to top the view opens out towards Haytor, Dartmoors most visited site, and in the valley below are remain of a medieval village. It must have been a bleak place to live back then.
I have posted quite a few times about Dartmoor, see my tag cloud for more and join in with Ailsa’s theme at http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/05/24/travel-theme-pathways/
‘In the Background: The places that we pass through day after day, or even once in a lifetime, leave in their small way, echoes and traces of themselves upon us. But so often when taking self portraits or pictures of friends, the places themselves become a soft blurred mush of indistinct semi-nothingness, the limelight stolen by our smiling faces. In today’s challenge, let’s turn the tables. Take a picture of yourself or someone else as a shadow, a reflection, or a lesser part of a scene, making the background, or — as in the example above — the foreground, the center of attention.’
Of course I don’t get it! But here goes anyway. Join in with the challenge at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/weekly-photo-challenge-in-the-background/
Imagine being six years old and setting off to work in 1908. I compare my little granddaughter who is five when I think of it. Talking to a friend at work recently I learnt that her late grandfather was a ‘Barge Gypsy’. A what? I asked her.
Apparently Charles Willoughby Garner started work on the Grand Union Canal, just six years old. His job was to guide the horse along the canal bank as it pulled the barge owned by the Bromwich’s, his grandmother’s family. The barge carried grain, coal and wood, presumably towards London as the canal runs 130 miles from Birmingham.
Charles stayed with the family barge until he was fourteen and then moved on to be a tug man on the Thames.
The First World War began a couple of years before and thank goodness he was too young to be called to arms. He had a very important role during wartime, guiding boats in under darkness, and when the bombing was happening he would be away from home for days on end.
Charles stayed on the Thames until he retired aged 68. The Bromwich barge was last seen and catalogued as sunk at the bottom of a Manchester dock yard. I wonder if Charles knew that when he died in 1979. I’m sure he was justly proud of his part in Britain’s maritime history. Thank you to Michelle for sharing his story.
If you have been following Lucid Gypsy for a while you’ll know that I’ve been posting about the restoration of a Thames barge, Vigilant, here in Exeter at Topsham Quay, who knows, perhaps Charles even sailed on her. Yesterday I popped down to check her progress.
Stern in the Topsham mud.
She comes with her own garden!
Looking good on the port side.
Traces of colour to her bow.
Imagine how beautiful she will be in sail, I can’t wait to see her.