HANGING AROUND


A bit dull down at Skylarks Nature Reserve this morning.
“Where do all the butterflies go when it’s like this?” I asked Jan.
So she found one for me –
a lovely brimstone hanging upside down, buried in the grasses.

DAISIES and VERSES

Daisies

by Hilda Conkling

Snow-white shawls . . .
Golden faces . . .
Countryside, hillside, wayside people . . .
Little market-women
Selling dew and yellow flour
To make bread
For some city of elves. . . .

The daisy follows soft the sun

by Emily Dickinson

The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
“Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?”
“Because, sir, love is sweet!”

CREEPY CRAWLIES

Trawling through the wildlife archives with one eye on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.

SMALL SKIPPER WITH BEETLE
RHAGIUM MORDAX LONGHORN BEETLE
SNIPE FLY

A WASP

This is the first Nature picture I ever entered into competition in the FIAP International Salons, on a wing and a prayer really. It was accepted into twelve Salons worldwide and, although it never won any awards, it encouraged me to keep competing.
I still don’t like wasps, though.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

We had planned to have a drive out today, secure in our in-car bubble, to see what birds we could spot. The first rain spots hit the windscreen as we drove off and, while never progressing to heavy rain, persisted enough to spoil any chance of decent photographs. We confined ourselves to a local tootle and managed to see a little egret, a few magpies and crows, a handful of sparrows and a small flock of black-headed gulls. So, I have rooted through the archives to show you what might have been.

I forgot the male pheasant we saw in a field near Holme Pierrepont, so he gets a frame all to himself. I think he deserves it as he’s very handsome.

LENS BABY TULIPS

I’ve been doing a bit of archiving / cataloguing while watching the rain run down the window. I found a little batch of florals I’d shot with my lens baby. It was a few years ago and I can’t remember which lens it was, but I remember it was a lot of fun. The lens now languishes forgotten in a cupboard somewhere, so I think it’s time I found it and learnt how to use it properly.

AS THE CROW FLIES

Welcome to the latest incarnation of my photographic blog.
Like most people, my life changed quite a bit when Covid-19 reared its ugly head. No more going to the races, an end to going out to Georges’s for fish and chips and, more importantly, it brought my involvement in the world of Camera Club photography to an end.
My camera club membership will lapse at the end of this year and, sadly, I won’t be renewing it as I just can’t bring myself to make friends with Zoom. As I am now galloping towards being an Octogenarian and not having recourse to a crystal ball to check on the demise of this pesky pandemic, I have also retired from my judging duties which I will miss enormously, as I met very many lovely people and had a lot of fun along the way.
So there we are, or rather, here I am.
As there’s no fun in a blog post without a picture, I leave you with an old favourite of mine, As the Crow Flies, featuring professional model Rachelle Summers and a lovely crow I saw on one of my nature rambles.

UPDATE (30th December 2020) I have decided to amalgamate my photography and writing blogs, as it seems to make more sense … and will be less work!