By Day – It’s amazing how many times I have taken a shot through a window, knowing full well the quality of the shot could be pretty poor. But sometimes, that really doesn’t matter. It is a moment in life that just deserves more presence of attention and merits the joy of preserving it for a future date.
In the case of this song thrush, I had been listening to it singing away but couldn’t actually see where it was perched. As I passed the window, there it sat, bold as brass on the grass nonchalantly preening itself in the sunlight. I prayed it would still be there by the time I’d wrestled my camera out of its bag and it was and continued to bathe unperturbed much longer than I was prepared to stand stooped over the camera.
By Night – Drawn to the magnificent sky as I passed the window, I simply had to snap it. I loved the way the dark slanted window framed it all.
What’s my muse? What subject keeps me coming back?
How long have you got?
The topics are endless. Things grab me in the moment, but it is quite often the way the light falls on a subject. Rusty objects, broken items, quirky or weird things. I love weather, wild weather, strange cloud formations, rain storms, clouds and more clouds.
When I think about where I gravitate to, I would have to say the coast – wide open space.
I live quite close to the sea and when I travel anywhere inland my first reaction is to question where the nearest coast is. Then where the nearest high point is. I feel compelled to reach that point to see if I can see the sea!
But not just any sea. I am drawn ‘Into the West’. The light is different there. Whilst the east coasts are very beautiful, I resonate with the west coast. I love the way the light intensifies the colours in the west, the vibrant energy of the air and to watch the sun go down over the sea has a deeply satisfying feeling that just completes my day.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
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.
This image was captured on a long journey south from the Highlands of Scotland down to England. It was a long day as there were so many excellent moments for stopping and taking yet another photograph.
But this one I have cherished ever since. Whilst driving alongside Loch Lomond, the sun going down, I saw her, lying down in the water, the moon behind her, or, are they the edges of wings? She had a golden shawl adorned with a bow and still to this day I do not know if she is looking at me or looking away.
It was truly a magical moment.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “On the Way.”