Sometimes, no words are needed.
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At the Edge of the Ice
Squirrel in the Snow
amidst familiar realities transformed into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity, harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past, for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen dreams in Spring's long awaited thaw
A Snowy Walk
Sometimes, no words are needed.
The White Bridge
cross the white bridge transitioning from autumnal dreams into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days awakening to discover the wisdom of the winter crone
On Autumnal Waters
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Monochrome Monday: Lakeside
joyous laughter echoes over the lake's expanse as small feet kick tumbled leaves into riotous disarray * lakeside memories of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin whilst safely enclosed in loving arms with ducks to feed
Reflections
see reality mirrored in reflections on the water  a semblance of the otherworld glimpsed through the lake's portal with a change of perspective truth is revealed I took a walk around Hartsholme Lake yesterday. The reflections on the water were lovely.
Monochrome Monday: Feeding Reveries
labyrinthine streams wending in life-giving flows feeding reveries
Monochrome Monday: Seeking Opportunities
 ever watchful eyes seeking opportunities certainties forgone
Monochrome Monday: Shadows
light peers through treetops the world cast in negative life in shadow-form
Monochrome Monday: Wraiths
ivory forms glide adrift in silent dreaming wraiths on the water
Swan
aglow with simple elegance she glides serenely onwards * untouched by worldly concerns * divorced from fear and anger *  enriched by nature's beneficence she scatters diamonds of purest sunlight in her wake
Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Food and Beverage
This is my entry into Cee's Black and White Challenge. This week's theme is Food and Beverage. This is another of those themes that I didn't think I'd be able to find much for at first. I don't usually take pictures of food, other than the fruit growing in the garden. Once I started flicking through my archives, though,... Continue Reading →
Cee’s Black and White Challenge: S is for…
This is my entry into Cee's Black and White Challenge. This week's theme is Anything that Starts with the Letter S. All of today's pictures were taken around Hartsholme Country Park in Lincoln, UK, back in November. I hope you all like them. Do you have a favourite?
One-Four Challenge: June Week Four
It's the fourth week of June and so time for the final edit of this month's image for Robyn's One-Four Challenge. The picture was taken last year in Hartsholme Country Park in Lincoln, UK. For this final edit I wanted to create a dreamy effect. I began by opening the original image in Photoshop Elements 13 where I cropped it... Continue Reading →
One-Four Challenge: June Week Three
Here's the third June edit for Robyn's One-Four Challenge. The picture was taken last year in Hartsholme Country Park in Lincoln, UK. For this week's edit I decided to give it the appearance of dusk. I'm not sure exactly what I did to reach this final stage - I added and removed so many layers I'm afraid I lost track. There were... Continue Reading →
One-Four Challenge: June Week Two
Here's the second June edit for Robyn's One-Four Challenge. The picture was taken last year in Hartsholme Country Park in Lincoln, UK. This week I decided to create an old photograph effect to emphasise the age and history of the boathouse in the picture (built in 1881). I'm ignoring the fact that the bridge is only a year old...... Continue Reading →
One-Four Challenge: June Week One – Boathouse and Bridge
Its now June and so time for a new image for Robyn's One-Four Challenge. For this first week I wanted to keep the edit quite simple. I cropped it and used the clone tool to remove the remaining branches in the top right corner. I then used the levels adjustment tool to boost the shadows and highlights, added a... Continue Reading →
Photography 101 – Architecture
Boathouse It stands upon the water’s edge, a remnant of a lost age haunted by a melancholic air, a longing for days past. Listen: can you hear the echoes, drifting down through the years - the carefree laughter, the happy voices? Look: can you see the figures, coalescing in the shadows - the ladies... Continue Reading →
