Blue and gold light over the river Barle in Exmoor National Park, just a stone’s throw from the Tarr Steps. Betraying just a hint of the rapidly approaching autumn the warm sunrise was reflected off the surrounding trees still heavily laden with their summer garb, already losing their deep greens for yellow and gold leaves the foliage seems to be sure of one thing; autumn is on the way already.
Just watching where I tread as I wandered along the beach during the sunset hour to find this little arrangement. I thought it looks a bit like an octopus grappling with it’s prey…
A pre-spring afternoon spent wandering around the grounds of Montacute House…
It’s not too hard to get lost in Venice, thankfully there are the odd signs about if you look around.
I found this interesting arrangement in a small quiet area just to the side of the tourist drag of Stanley Market in Hong Kong. Behind all the hustle and bustle of the trading stalls lay a workshop with all manner of boat-repair paraphernalia strewn about the place. Here the vivid blue tires stood out against the surroundings, I worked quickly to make an image of it as it looked like it could topple at any second!
Just a test shot from a location down on the coast, I spotted these stones caught between the branches of a tree washed up on the rocks, they were firmly wedged in there and wouldn’t budge when I went in for a closer inspection. I waited for the sun to drop below the clouds that were hovering over the horizon to add just a splash of colour and light to the proceedings. I’ve made a note of the place with the intention of returning and to spend more time exploring the fascinating shapes the rest of the driftwood made
About 40mins or so by boat to the east of where Venice stands today lies Torcello the site of the original settlers in the Venetian lagoon who, in order to avoid the raids by barbarians on the mainland, fled to the islands. It is believed that around 1000BC the population had grown to an estimated 10,000 with salt its major source of trade. Today only a few buildings remain including the 12th century Church of Santa Fosca on this comparatively now quiet island. This building (pictured) is on the path to the water bus terminal, its old shutters surrounded by the fading paint seemed to echo the feeling of the place, punctuated by the two blocks of carved stone relics from an era lost in time.
In just a few days time this small pocket of London will be swarming with rowers, each battling it out for the title of Head of the River 2010. Good luck to all, especially the ones I want to do well!
Just a quick one to cheer those up in the winter blues…Spring isn’t that far away now
