It’s the little things…
I’m not dead….
It’s the little things…
I’m not dead….
I’ve always said there’s no such thing as getting lost. There’s going the quick way and then there’s going the scenic way. Hence today, while avoiding the holiday traffic on my way home from work I ended up in Sharpness Docks. Somewhere I haven’t been for years. The last time I was here I was delivering 30 tonnes of clinker and didn’t / couldn’t hang about.
The port lies on the banks of the River Severn and is one of the most inland ports in Britain and is the 8th biggest in the South West… (Um, don’t want to be picky but is being 8th biggest in a region of a country a boast?) Anyway I digress… Again!
What was impressive was the lock system, the tidal range at Sharpness is from 10-14 meters (Normal Spring to High Spring… look at me getting all technical! *whispers* thanks Wiki!) That’s 36-43 ft… FFS! That’s a huge amount of water!
It was low tide when I was there and the sluice gates of the front locks were open
And there was a shed load* of water being released under pressure. That, I can promise you, is something to see!
*a valid unit of measure
The I.T.L.T. (my project now has an acronym!) image is a 1/6th sec exposure of the plume of one of the sluices.
Ok world, point taken!
Last night I waxed on about the great weather we’ve been having and how I’ve decided that my next project was going to be capturing little pockets of wonder, all moody and bright and sunny and special.
Today it proceeded to pish down…, All day!
So, being the eternal optimist I am, I said Bollocks to it!
This project has now evolved into Little Details in the Bigger Picture.
Tonight, Damp Dandelion in the back garden… Well it was raining!
Hope you guys approve!
Time for a new project methinks.
Spring in the UK has well and truly sprung and we’ve all been treated to a beautiful May but (there’s always a but) bright sunny days, while great for the mood, can be a bit… A bit, well “meh!” for the photographer. I know there’s misty mornings and soft sunrises but they’re now approaching silly o’clock and I don’t do that time often… (I am better than I used to be though) But I digress…
Now that the trees are in full leaf and the hedgerows and woods have moved passed the Bluebell phase I’ve notices there are beautiful little pockets of light and occasionally a subject. It could be for a fraction of a second or maybe a minute or two but very quickly the wind will change or the sun will move and then it’s gone.
My job, as I’ve chosen to accept it, over the next few weeks will be to try and capture as many of the moments as I can. It might be a flower. It might be a field mouse (That’s a lot of wishful thinking) but I’ll do my best to get the shot, and foremost, get the shot right…
Todays shots, Forget-Me-Nots (they might not be but they’re small and they’re blue so they are…) in a small copse on the side of the A36 south of Salisbury.
Note to self: if you’re going to shoot flowers at least know they’re names… Heartless B*stard!
*no, it’s fucking not!
Take a moment, find a field and soak in the warmth. Enjoy the silence, marvel at the tireless work of the insects buzzing from flower to flower. The stress of the working day dissipates for a moment or two and there’s just you, in your little part of the universe. No time, no stress, no camera…
Nearly got it right!
Today’s been a day of coincidences from 1970’s information films about flying kites too close to powerlines (Channel 5 last night and Answer Me This today) to a quite sad episode of Costing The Earth on Radio Four about the decline of rabbits over the last 20 years in the UK, 60% apparently where they ask the question, when was the last time you saw a rabbit, dead or alive? Not a question I’d normally ask myself but once I started thinking about it it’s been ages and considering the amount of wandering around the countryside I do and then I find this little fella in the middle of a quiet lane. Petrified admittedly. I would guess from the car in front of me that maybe didn’t see him, but contrary to my first thoughts healthy and to be honest not too happy when I picked him up (after the photoshoot) and moved him to the side of the road where he shot off like a bullet. The odds are against him I know that but the encounter with this little fella has had an impact on this lumbering photographer. Have a listen to the episode and fellow UK photographers download the app to do your bit.
I get to lay on my belly in meadows… That is all!