
Month: February 2016
Mundane Monday February 15th

For Photrablogger who says,
This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs. And give me a pingback.
Anyone who comes across this post can take part in this challenge. And you are free to challenge or invite other bloggers who might be interested in finding beauty in those everyday things all around us.
Walking the Goat to the Bowling Green
Today I took the dogs for a favourite walk at Topsham, one of those places I never tire of, if you keep your eyes open there’s always something to see.
We started off by checking Vigilant’s progress, you may remember her?It’s a slow and expensive process but she’s looking healthier. 

We headed off down the Strand, a pretty street with the river to the right and houses of all shapes and sizes, some with a Dutch influence, to the left.

Some have gardens across the road that lead to the river, I love having a sneaky peep.

They can even grow Housetrees here!
The tide was right out today so the old girls and I scrambled down the steps at,

where Daisy just couldn’t resist the mud.

I pootled with Dido to see what we could find,
Stood on my toes to see into a garden,

where the sculpture seemed to mirror the pudding bushes – but I couldn’t photograph them because the wall was too high. So we walked on to the end of the road,

where the Goat Walk begins. There are benches all the way along, but the sun was hiding under the clouds so we didn’t linger today, except to listen to a young boy telling his little sister about the solar system and illustrating it in the sand.

I think that in days gone by there must have been a big estate behind the wall, with this gate to the path so that they could go goat strolling. There are several big, old houses across the fields.

We turn left and the end and leave the river behind for a few minutes.

Bowling Green Marsh is a nature reserve with an abundance of wildlife, and a rest stop for thousands of migratory birds. Let’s walk up this path,

Wildlife only on the left, but here’s the view.

Not too bad is it? If you have sharp eyes, you can see the train. If you’re ever down this way, check the tide is low and catch the train from Exeter to Exmouth, even Michael Portillo featured it recently on his Great Railway Journeys.
We’ll pop up to the viewing platform,

In case we lose our bearings this might help,

This is the point where the river Clyst flows into the Exe.

Exmouth is on the horizon. I went back to the main path and headed for the bird hide, as usual I forgot to bring binoculars, but a kind RSPB volunteer let me use his to see some Snipe out on the mud. No photos, I only had my phone, but I doubt that my camera would have helped at this distance.

They are there though I promise, and the chanting was wonderful.

I’ll leave you with this last view, and walk up Bowling Green road to complete my circular walk by the railway bridge where I left my car.
I’m sharing with Jo, she’s probably feeling the chill this week!
Imitating Art
Cheri Lucas Rowlands says,
Artists are inspired by and capture the world around us: sculptors immortalize people with statues; painters record events in their masterpieces. What about the other way around? For this week’s theme, find inspiration in a piece of art, and go further: imitate it.

This painting by the German artist Wilhelm Zimmer, of a village band reminded me of a photo I took in Kent a couple of years ago. The two images were created more than a hundred years apart, but I think there are some similarities, do you?

Quiet a difficult challenge this week, the relentless wind and rain doesn’t make me want to go out to take photos!
Lazy Poet’s Thursday Haiku

Dreaming little girl
wanted to see a windmill
all grown up she did!
Wordless Wednesday

Gillian, who’s she?
Gillian, no that doesn’t fit
But it’s what my mum named me
I like her reason why because she
knew a Gillian with a certain style
to which she aspired
but I know she has her own
which is quite a bit like mine.
Gill, no way that’s me
there were too many Gills by far
for this G to add to the pile
and yet it stuck for a while.
Then along came Mr G
the first to call me Gilly ,
a fit that worked at last
that I began to feel belonged
not one in every road
and even if it rhymes with silly
with Nkeiru added to it
it’s mine and mine alone.
The Daily Post prompt today says
Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?
I had a bit of fun with this, names are funny things aren’t they? I don’t think I could choose one for myself, I suppose we grow into our names?
Gill, Gilly
Mundane Monday

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
Tennyson, for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge.
February Monochrome
Jude’s Garden photography challenge this month is monochrome, and this is my second entry. Last week I posted flowers, but like Jude I wouldn’t usually convert flowers to black and white and now here I am doing it again. As she points out this week, it’s all about texture, shape and structure, get that right and even flowers can look good in black and white.

So, what do you think, does this tick the box?
It’s Daily Post Time
This week, think about time and portray it photographically.
Perhaps you have a fascination with clocks. Or maybe contemplating time takes you somewhere else completely. I hope you enjoy this week’s challenge.
Time is Lignum Draco’s photo challenge this week.
I’ve always been fascinated by time zones, daylight hours and changing our clocks forwards and backwards in spring and autumn. I can’t wait for clocks to spring forward on March 27th so that evenings are longer.
Last September I took a ferry trip, I got on this one, at 11.32

here,

enjoyed the river for ten minutes and then got off

here! But it wasn’t 11.42, instead it was 12.42 because Spain is an hour ahead of Portugal.
Did I lose an hour? If so I found it again later in the afternoon,
somewhere on the return ferry.