I’ve just returned from a short stroll down our lane in the cool of the evening, to see the glorious harvest moon rising from behind the trees over a pale shimmering field of oats. Like a ripe apricot as it first appeared, and surrounded by a faint halo…
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Like yesterday, today began dull and misty, the low cloud blowing from the sea, and the oat fields shading from dusty golden yellow to grey as they vanished into the distance. Spattering mizzle (mist and drizzle combined) released a long-forgotten scent of damp vegetation, after months of dry…
After months of prevarication, I’ve finally turned out the airing cupboard which had got to the stage of bursting the door open, there was so much linen in there. Whilst it felt good to bag up the old bedding and towels and stack the remainder tidily, there was…
I’ve recently taken part in a couple of hand-made book workshops with Alex Hare and Lizzie Shepherd, learning how to make a simple concertina book and a Japanese stab-bound book. For the first, I chose a series of my “accidental paintings” – close-ups of weathered boat hulls. I’ve had…
Photography is, of course, “all about the light”, and early this morning I made the most of bright weather. The sea at Lyme is often very cloudy with sediment, but after a few quiet days without much rain, the water was clear enough to see the seafloor at…
(With apologies to H E Bates for traducing the title of his much-loved novel!) I’ve just returned from a long weekend in Bude, North Cornwall. We were blessed with nice spring weather most of the time, and made the most of the opportunity to explore the ravishing coastline…
Most of my posts are on a particular theme, but it occurred to me, as I wandered around my nearest town – Lyme Regis – that despite having done the same several times a week for some years, there were some oddments and visual scraps that defy categorisation,…
Seatown is a lesser-known beach on the Jurassic Coast, just east of Golden Cap, the highest point on the south coast. I visited it at the lowest tide this quarter – the spring spring tide at just under 0.5m, hoping to see some rocks that are usually underwater.…
The scene above is, on the face of it, quite timeless, and was taken just a few steps from home. There are several well-known 20th century paintings of sheep in turnip fields – I remember one from a visit to the art gallery in Glasgow many years ago,…