Tuesdays of Texture – Last of the Buddleia

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

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Tuesdays of Texture – My Friend and Ally

No matter how bad life gets, and sometimes it gets really tough, I can honestly say that no thing or person has ever been able to lift me back to balance quite like my dearest and most cherished friend and ally – nature.

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

Tuesdays of Texture – Natural Sand Art

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

Tuesdays of Texture – River in Flood

A combination of torrents of water streaming off the hills and the severe gales blowing upstream, magnified by a high noonday tide and almost full moon created some fascinating waves and mini-bores on this average English river.

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

Tuesdays of Texture -Dockland flotsam, jetsam and detritus

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

Tuesdays of Texture – Frosty Leaves

                                    Crunchy, the first frosts of autumn.

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

 

Tuesdays of Texture – Autumnal Lichens and Moss

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

Textures of Bonnie Brae

Every time I travel past this Scottish bonnie brae (beautiful hillside) I am in awe of its beauty.

It never looks the same. The colours, shadows and textures are always slightly different. The contours of the gulleys sometimes prominent, sometimes completely invisible. But always breathtaking.

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

Textures of Slate and Rubble

The beauty of natural slate against the concrete rubble.

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

Seaweed Marooned on Textures of Pebble Beach

Whilst a sandy beach is a delight in its own way, my preference is for a pebble beach. But not just any pebble beach. It has to be one with just the right size of pebbles.

Too big and the noise of the moving sea is too deep and inwardly stirring.

Too small, the noise created is too high pitched and grates on the nerves.

But with a nice mix of medium-sized pebbles and the sound is like a symphony.

Relaxing me. Calming me. Soothing me. I can feel the shoulders lowering and my breath slowing just thinking about it.

As I sit in wonder at the soothing sounds, I am always drawn to the colours and shapes of the pebbles, the endless variety of textures and the varied temperature of the different kinds of rock.

For me this is a paradise on earth.

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