An accompaniment to a school walk, a gentle opening of a morning. Thinking of bridges, interfaces, flowers, texture and summer. Lakenham, Norwich.
An everyday summer’s morning, warm and slightly overcast with the sun breaking through periodically. Quiet and purposeful. I choose to follow the route of yesterdays run to photograph flowers in this NR1 area. Rewarded with an abundance of colourful images and the lingering smell of roses in my nostrils.
A gift of a morning, clear, clean light. A walk to and around Trowse meadows, noticing the lush scenery, meadow flowers, river reflections and myself as an angel.
A break in the rain and a short walk at Loch Doon. A transported castle, rescued from the raising of the Loch level, a forest path, bluebells, a waterfall and foreboding clouds hanging over us.
A pilgrimage to family graves, a beach walk and an urban walk to a still standing great great grandparent’s house in Irvine, Ayrshire. Clouds rolled in from the Isle of Skye whilst we shared reminiscences of summer holidays spent here. A meloncholic, once was, walk.
An evening return to Loch Clatteringshaws for sunset in this “dark skies” forest park. An intention to star gaze but remnants of light still in the sky at midnight. Incredibly beautiful, slowly changing light, but cold, with air temperature falling to 4 degrees C.
Loch Clatteringshaws, Galloway forest park. A sunny, still day. An uncrossable dam with access down to its base. The brutality of the dam’s concrete and deafening blast of the outlet sat in hard contrast to the quiet, soft, stillness of the rest of the walk. Noticing flowers, water sounds, glinting water, bird song and profound stillness. Silvery grey pathways and an ever changing sky/loch.
A walk along the Water of Ken , New Galloway. A cloudy, dreamy, thistle-down filled walk. A graffiti free grey bridge, lichen encrusted trees, a cuckoo’s call, unfurling ferns and verdant grass.
A meander home through unfamiliar territory. Nondescript weather mirrors my mood. Noticing dragons, graffiti, urban shapes and patterns. A gift of a moment with a swan with eight sleeping cygnets. Inside this day.