Patti, do you remember the song Fijian Girl? Your photos reminded me, but I know that shows my age!
Here are my ‘Nature’ photos for Patti’s Lens Artist Challenge this week.
If you stretch your imagination, you might see the M that I see, M for Meg who will like this cliff in north Devon.
This tiny snail is perfectly formed, a young Fibonacci in the making.
One of England’s prettiest wild flowers, and one with medicinal properties, containing digitalin.
I captured a magical vertical cloud.
Also for Meg, the odd place on the south Devon coast where the white chalk stone of Beer ends and the red sandstone of Seaton begins.
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Mist up the road from home
It’s Tina’s turn this week to set the challenge, I love her palms against the warm stone, check it out. I found this quite hard because I realised that I kept finding photos shade rather than shadows.
I got there eventually though. Here’s what I found.
My little munchkin bouncing around.
Groins at Dawlish Warren.
A little chair by Joan Miro.
The shadows of a caravanserai
Shadows sprinkled at El Born.
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Landscapes really aren’t something I’m any good at, but that’s what Amy challenged us to post, so here I go.
Dartmoor, just a little way north of Scorhill circle, and south west of Gidleigh, this is the Wallabrook clapper bridge. As you know, Scorhill is a place I love.
Now I know that many of you experience months of frost and snow every winter, but recently it’s only occurred three or four times a year here. So I rarely get a chance to take icy photos. This morning my car told me it was -1 degrees, and the ground over in the fields was frozen. It was a brilliant blue sky day though and the frost in the hedgerows was slowly melting.
Apparently it will rain for the next seven days now, so I’m glad I caught the pretty cold stuff while I could. Rain means a temperature rise of eight to ten degrees, thanks goodness because the heat wasn’t working in my office on Friday, not much fun sitting still in 14 degrees!
The Kuala Lumper tower stands 420mmeters high. At one time it was 7th highest building in the world, but now it’s been eclipsed by so many it isn’t even in the top twenty.
The view from the top was pretty amazing. I can’t help wondering where this desire to create bigger and taller will end, and I feel for the builders. I like heights, do you? Is there a point beyond which you wouldn’t want to go?
My photo is for Paula’s Thursday Special, Pick a word, one or all of five, mine is ‘Lofty’.
Once upon a time, I visited Antony near Torpoint for my birthday. They must have known I was coming but the welcome was most unexpected.
Look what I found.
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Hedge laying is an ancient skill, it’s been around since the 16th century when landowners had to contain their livestock, because of the acts of enclosure. Different styles of laying can be seen around the country, and laying takes place in winter when there are no birds nesting and before the sap rises.
When I walked in the valley park this morning, the hedge between what I call the middle and bottom fields, had been recently laid. It’s opened up the view from the middle field at the rear of this photo way across the hills on the west of the estuary.
I’m glad the skills are still kept alive, but I can’t help wondering what the foxes make of it.