Lois Wakeman Posts

18 July 2006

A chance shot seen on the way to photograph a friend’s lavender farm. Rolling countryside near Winchester compressed with a telephoto lens to accentuate the topography. I was taken by the mauve-green shimmer of the nearby field, which is planted with Phacelia – a green manure crop, but looks more…

12 July 2006

The fishing village of Beer, on the East Devon Coast, provides a lot of photo opportunities – one of the few places where fishing boats are still pulled up on the shingle beach, and one can buy fresh fish off the boats. On this lovely summer morning, I…

12 July 2006
29 June 2006

The field just behind our house one warm June morning, before all the dew had burnt off. Either the seed wasn’t well cleaned, or the sprayer missed a lot of weeds, but it was a picture for just a few days. I liked the contrast between cool shadow…

5 June 2006

Unusually for me, a trip away from the West Country to the west of Scotland. A walk after breakfast near Dornie yielded this unexpected image, of sheep cropping the grass between a drift of bluebells up the hillside – which flower much later in Scotland than back home.  The contre-jour…

27 October 2005

A companion to White Wood in spring, this photo was taken just a few metres, and six months, from the other one. The bright russet of the bracken caught my eye, as did the repeated wavering patterns of the oak trunks. I didn’t appreciate, until I saw the…

27 October 2005

Wistman’s Wood is an ancient dwarf oakwood on Dartmoor, with a floor of wonderful mossy boulders. I visited it on a cool misty day, and chose this view of the trees silhouetted against the bracken-covered hillside beyond. Overcast helps to accentuate the rich colours – perhaps surprising in…

6 September 2005

In my corner of East Devon, there is a tradition of planting single or double rows of beech trees alongside some country lanes. Bindon, a couple of miles west of Uplyme, has a fine row which can be seen from the distance. I’ve photographed them several times in…

11 April 2005

After a disappointingly dull afternoon in Lyme Regis, I was just about to traipse home when the sun suddenly came through the clouds and illuminated the golden sandstone of the cliffs by Stonebarrow Hill and all along the Jurassic Coast towards Burton Bradstock. This view won’t be repeated…

11 April 2005

This wind-bent row of beech trees, planted in Victorian times, is one of my most-photographed subjects, just a minute’s walk from the house. There used to be five, but one fell down a few winters ago, and the remainder are looking increasingly moribund. Here they are on a misty…