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,…
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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…
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…
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…
My single visit to the Eden Project yielded this rather wonderful semi-circular salad garden, which I obviously happened upon at its peak of perfection – serendipity! Telephoto setting used to compress the distance and emphasise the curves.
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…
A freezing cold January morning, when my fingers were almost too cold to operate the shutter button. I’d been spending time taking photos of the rising sun shining on the wet sand and rocks, and eventually the sun came up, and a couple walking their dog over the…
Blue and yellow always look good together, and a dash of white adds to the nautical breeziness of this study of beach huts on Monmouth beach. Much more appealing in cold winter light than the sticky heat of August, when all will probably be occupied by happy families.