Lois Wakeman Posts

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…

30 October 2004

A local landmark, much beloved by residents and arriving holiday visitors alike: cries of “we’re nearly there” have probably echoed round more than a few cars driving west from Bridport. One of several conical hills nearby, its crown of pine trees is distinctive. Since this photo was taken,…

19 July 2004

Cultivated poppies on the Salisbury Plain near Winterbourne Abbas – another of my A303 series that belies the traffic roaring past, unseeing. Abrash is the delicate banding of colours seen in hand-made Oriental carpets, which comes from different dye batches in the wool. I think it perfectly describes…

14 June 2004

Summer evening light casting shadows on the voluptous folds of a pasture field just below Pilsdon Pen . I was lucky to find the field partly cut for hay, with a single bale providing the perfect punctuation for my image. A view from the top of Pilsdon Pen in…

1 June 2004

Far from the city, a field of germinating fodder maize calls to mind a folded striped cloth. Late evening sun and a telephoto lens accentuate the contours of a gently folded hill just up the road from my house. Although this was taken many years ago now with…

30 May 2004
16 May 2004

A beech wood just down the road from my house (Furzehill Plantation), lovely at every time of year, but especially in May, when it is carpeted by drifts of bluebells and wild garlic (ramsons). In the early evening, low sunlight falls between the trees and picks out the…