clouds over Harthill on Flickr.
Broomhead reservoir sunset on Flickr.
a lattice of crystal on Flickr.
The reason I took up photography after so many years was to re-learn how to see the world around me. This is a talent so many of us lose as we become adults, as our minds become cluttered with abstract worries about.
At first it doesn’t take much effort: look up at the sky to see the beauty of the stars or the shapes hidden in clouds, as you did when you were a child. Look at the old architecture on the buildings above the facade of McDonald’s and GAP. Watch for the accidental shapes formed by the juxtaposition of shadow and light.
Soon you are drawn deeper. When you start to look at the world around you, you will be amazed at the beauty you can find, and you will marvel at those people stomping past with their heads down, not even noticing the sunset, or the stork flapping lazily above the rooftops, or the glint of light from a frozen cobweb.
these are the days of miracle and wonder on Flickr.
tenderly will i use you on Flickr.
an early evening walk around the fields, the wind runs fingers over the ripening crops, the honeysuckle scent of rapeseed fills the air and the clouds stroll with me in companionable silence. one day perhaps i’ll walk with them to the end of their journey.
the only post processing i’ve done on this image is to darken the sky a little. the waving grass is untouched.
oh, and this building and copse* is this www.flickr.com/photos/pezter/3473891931/
the angel’s light on Flickr.
these are the days of miracle and wonder on Flickr.
The start of the day can be magical, if you can drag yourself out of bed to greet it. A couple of years ago when I was living with a girlfriend there were these fields right behind the house that afforded some excellent morning views, with a fine angle on the sunset over Sheffield in the other direction.
squirrel nutkin takes up the blues harmonica on Flickr.
Goodnight, tumblrtown. About time I vainly tried to get to sleep… again
Worrall shines on Flickr.
The village of Worrall, a little way up the road from me.
