Photo101 Day Three: Water & Orientation

I think this works really well in landscape as it accentuates the expanse of the beach which is Crosby, near Liverpool in England.

There are 100 of the life size figures dotted about the beach and out into the sea. Each sculpture was made of cast iron by the British sculptor Sir Anthony Gormley. He called it ‘Another Place’.

It is really striking at the end of the day the way the light falls on the water and the images look very real. I love the living couple walking amongst them. It wasn’t planned, but I really like the contrast.

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Fern Freedom

Ah, finally, a bit of sunshine to stimulate some spring growth.
This young fern has pushed its way through the detritus left after all the pine trees have been felled and hauled away.

Today’s contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).

Photo 101 Day One: Home & Getting Oriented

I am very much at home in nature but I am equally as at home in here, within me, as I am out there.

For a number of years I lived out of boxes and bags carted around in my car, staying with family, friends and occasionally my own house. Back then my car was more my home.

But wherever I have decided to stay that day, I have felt I am at home. If I am visiting a friend for a few days and I refer to going home, it means I am experiencing where I am staying as home. This perspective has caused some interesting reactions over the years. I quickly realised everyone saw it differently. Some friends looked almost panicky when they thought I had chosen to move in with them!

Baby Spiders Just Hatched Out

As I craned my neck to see what on earth that round yellow thing was, peering out from behind the blanket of grey cloud, I noticed two blobs of, well, could be mud, but I don’t remember anyone having a mud fight recently. Could be lichens, or a type of moss which grows quickly in these saturated conditions.

Then I took a closer look. The two blobs were moving – baby spiders. They must just have hatched out in the brief moment of sunshine.

We get some spectacular spiders living in the corners of our windows and from inside the house you get a spectacular view of them making their webs but I have never seen anything quite like this.

I scrabbled around for the camera and was glad I didn’t wait. They were gone within half an hour. Where to? God only knows. But they’ll make a good feed for the finches and swallows that are nesting just now.

Only hope they didn’t come in on the bananas!

So Vivid

Probably along the quayside awaiting a repaint due to scaring all the fish!

This delightful fishing boat was in the harbour of Broadford Bay in the Isle of Skye.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”

A Heaven Scent Journey

Oh my, what a prompt. Set me off on a long journey of aromas.

I wandered back in time, ambling around the garden remembering the different flowers, then sauntering along the country lanes recalling all the different hedgerow blossoms and scented verges.

Which led to the evocative aromas of the Scottish Highlands. The smell of moist peat, bracken and ling merging with the heat of a warm sunny day. It is a smell that reaches so deeply inside, you really have to experience it to believe its effect.

Then onto that most heavenly musty moist mix of all sorts of smells blended together as a consequence of a shower of rain in the middle of summer. Whenever it happens, my world stops, wherever I am. I am gripped by the experience and indulge fully in the moment.

I have always been very sensitive to smell – a curse and a blessing!

I know when certain people are thinking about me as I become aware of the smell I associate with them. It comes across as strong as if I was with them in person.

For years after my grandma died I kept smelling rice pudding cooking, immediately I was transported back to the kitchen. Then my mind would join in and add the smell of the kitchen and the personal aroma of grandma.

My mother reappeared with the smell of cooked tomatoes, something we both loved and probably the only thing we ever shared. I have never quite mastered the exact taste when I make them, probably on account of being unable bring myself to add the excessive amount of butter she used to cook them in.

I simply adore the scent of the lilac which transports me back to grandma’s front garden with its giant lilac bush in the corner. As a child I was known for sticking my nose into every flower to investigate its scent.

But my all-time favourite has to be the May blossom, so captivatingly beautiful at this time of year. Her heady scent so invasive, I can smell her with the car windows closed. She evokes so many joyful memories of warmer days and even warmer rainy days. Each time I smell her, the world stops for a moment. And another cherished memory is born.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Smell You Later.”