It’s Paula’s After Before week, she asks that we post the same image, in black and white and in colour. It’s a good way to see what works in monochrome, especially if like me, you don’t think of trying it.
Here’s my after, it’s not quite the usual reflection, the window had a stick on mirror so that the people inside could see out, but you can’t see in.
Any preference? Paula has a beautiful Corsican sea scene, take a look here.
Cleopatra, a blond fair-skinned European?
Over to the west of Dartmoor a thatched cottage is growing out of the earth, or perhaps it’s sliding into the earth. Built in the 17th century this curved house has a passage through the middle, which might have been a division between house and livestock originally. It was the old post office for a period, and although it looks abandoned, there are also signs of work being done and the thatch seems to be in good condition. I hope it’s restored to it’s former glory, that would cost an awful lot of money.
Paula’s Thursday Special this week is traces of the past.
I like collage, the possibilities are endless aren’t they? So when I saw that this weeks photo challenge is collage, it made me smile.
And when I saw this, I also smiled.
The next one, I’ve just created.
And this one is on my wall, I don’t often frame my work, but there was just the right space for it.
My haiku and mixed media that I had a play with.
Clifton Suspension Bridge was designed by the great Isambard Kingdom Brunel. It was his favourite project, but he died before it was finished in 1864.
If ever you’re in the area, for £1 toll fee you can drive over, but walk instead for free and enjoy the view of the Avon gorge.
1885, 22 year old Sarah Henley jumped off the bridge, but her dress billowed around her and acted like a parachute, gliding her to a safe landing. She lived into her mid eighties.
Between 1974 and 1993, 127 people committed suicide there. Barriers are now installed, but still around four people die each year, how terribly sad.
This is my entry for the weekly photo challenge of bridge.
First of all, I’ll confess that the title of the post was going to be the
weirdest no the wierdest pub but I couldn’t make my mind up how to spell it. Do you ever get letter blind and unable to spell a word that you’ve written a million times? Please don’t all say no, you’re losing it G 🙂
Anyway, back to the strange pub. It’s called the Highwayman and it’s on Dartmoor. Here he is holding up a coach!
and a gallery, click for a bigger view.
Here’s the man himself, unless you want to risk highway robbery,get off the moor before night falls.
What a weird place, I’ve heard it’s even stranger inside. They have rooms if you want to stay, but of course it’s haunted.
When I was a little girl, we didn’t have an upstairs, so any chance I could, I’d scramble around on stairs and climb over balustrades. I always wanted to climb right to the top and slide down the stairs. Of course I’d get told off, and off course I told my children not to do it as well!
Did you ever climb over balustrades?
These three are all in Tavira, have a lovely time Jo!
I was over the moon, when I saw Paula’s Thursday Special.
The word delta has always conjured up images in my mind of powerful rivers flowing into the sea. The Nile, the Niger and the Mississippi, exciting places that make me think of the great explorers of days gone by.
Erica at the Daily Post throws wide the definition of delta, she says,
This week, share a photograph that signifies transitions and change to you. It can be the very beginning of a phase, or the very end. As you pick up your lens, explore the ways in which a single photograph can express time, while only showing us a small portion of any given moment.
so I’ve taken advantage a little with my photo.
The Kinabatangan in Borneo rolls into the sea near Sandakan, Sabah. I was there in 2009, taking this photo five minutes before landing.
I love how the river swirls, curves, and seems to turn back on itself, an unstoppable force heading for the Sula sea.