
Up early for sunrise over the Marshwood Vale on the south western edge of Dorset to witness the rising mist over the surrounding levels. The first day of September and it true feels as though summer has been and gone…

Up early for sunrise over the Marshwood Vale on the south western edge of Dorset to witness the rising mist over the surrounding levels. The first day of September and it true feels as though summer has been and gone…

A last minute decision to head out in search of a sunset lead me to this location on the West Somerset coast. I managed to find myself an original take on an oft-photographed subject but had to settle for soft light in the absence of the hoped-for colourful sunset. Moments after this was made the wind carved ripples were torn apart by an inattentive dog owner’s “he’s-just-being-friendly” mutt come over to investigate the curious person lying on the sand with a box that clicks…which subsequently got a showering of sand. Thank you.

It might be something to do with the dust thrown up by the barely pronounceable Icelandic volcano Eyjafjallajökull but the sunsets over recent days have been spectacular. So, despite the knee-jerk air travel doom-mongers out there who crippled the travel plans of thousands, lets make the most of it back on home turf and enjoy one of nature’s little wonders.

Cleaned by nature. What’s not to like? dynamic lines, repeating shapes…perhaps a reasonable composition too. Identified as a deer thanks to a nearby pair of intact hooves. Who ever got to it has completely stripped it clean, what I find remarkable is the location I discovered it; lying exposed in the center of a track in a floodplain area. Perhaps I had disturbed what ever dragged it there to pick at?

The rapid freezing of a small woodland stream turned the surface into something you might expect to see down a microscope, not with the naked eye…

After the snowmen have all melted there’s still a few pockets of ice hidden away. I came across a patch of ice running alongside a fence in part of a field system, it seemed unremarkable at first but upon closer inspection it was possible to see all the reeds and grasses trapped beneath its quite un-smooth surface, the texture of which I rather like.

More rain, more trees. Despite the thick canopies above loads of rain still got through – and on to me… There is a real sense of autumn approaching which is a little sad as we never really got summer, ok there was a heat wave back in June/July for 5-7 days, I guess that really was it folks! Still, I love autumn. Like Spring the autumn is a time of change, changing colours, weather, light – everything! The landscape itself undergoes a dramatic shift from lush and green trees and tall grasses through to reds and oranges as the trees shed their leaves for the onset of winter. I’m caught between ‘I can’t wait!’ and ‘was that all we got for summer?!’ feelings…no looking back though; Can’t wait! (more…)

…it’s Star Wars day!
and on an entirely different note, I was out hunting bluebells again, which still have yet to complete their bloomage. Taking their time, see!

I admire anyone who pays attention to detail in their work, be it a scientist, artist or a farmer. Although one might argue it’s a simple act of driving from one side of a field to the next there is clearly more to it than such a thoughtless act as that…in much the same way a photographer plans and composes his shot, the worker of the land executes his plan with care. His livelihood depends on it.