Tag: Grass

Tuesdays of Texture – Beach Burn

Ok… Own up! What bright spark tried to burn the beach?!!

This week’s contribution to Narami’s Tuesday’s of Texture  (de monte y mar).

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Textures of Wild Grasses

I am passionate about so many things

  • Stone walls
  • Lichens
  • Mosses
  • Wood – old, gnarled, burnt ….
  • Rust
  • Fences
  • Pylons

I think the list maybe endless!

And I love to capture images of these things, so consequently have developed a passion for photography too.

When I was in the garden earlier, I noticed that the vast array of wild grasses were now changing colour and form. Shedding their seeds to ensure their existence is continuous …..

….. and I remembered my passion for long grasses.

I could spend hours just watching and listening to them.

It is so relaxing.

So I have combined my Day 2 with my weekly contribution to Narami’s Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).

First Cut is the Deepest in My Green Green Grass of Home

Now you may think I have totally lost the plot with an image of grass! But I was looking out of the window wondering whether I could bring myself to cut the grass – the first cut of the year.

It seemed sacrilege to ruin the beauty of the delicately fine new growth with its softness and fine young tips as it danced in the wind. It will never look this way again, well until next spring. Even the intensity of the lime green colour will have lost its edge (no pun intended) after the first cut.

But if it gets too long the mower will refuse to comply.

So I hit a compromise.

I left the most beautiful patches intact along with the clumps of wild flowers scattered all over the garden. I cannot bear to cut these down, they add such colour and beauty, the bees love them and smaller birds seem to find things to eat within them.

So there you have it – my Green Green Grass of Home lovingly appreciated once again, for my contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar), thanks Narami.

Bee Visiting in the Textures of Garden

For this week’s contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar), I snapped this beautiful fluffy looking bumble bee, its delicate wings vibrating rapidly as it indulged in the pollen of a sunny-coloured dandelion shooting up amongst the grasses in my garden.

So captivating I could have stayed there all afternoon.

Grass Ripples

This whole bleak hillside on the west coast of Scotland is adorned with swathes of grass ripples.

Flattened by the intensity of the winter gales, they are so dehydrated by the harsh weather conditions that when the sun appears they absorb so much light they become illuminated with a rich golden colour.

And … they just beg to be touched.