Sunday, 17 August 2014

#246 - Wood Geranium

I should be sensibly using up my backlog of summer photos, but I rather lost my heart to these sweet wild geraniums in shades of mauve we saw this afternoon.  We went further down a path we usually turn off and found a whole bank of them, and as I laid them on the moss to photograph them the wind shifted the clouds and the sun streamed through the trees right on to their exquisitely veined, fragile faces.


Friday, 15 August 2014

#245 - Razor Shells

I took this picture a few weeks ago on a rare beach visit. They're not the prettiest shells, I can never visit a beach without bringing home some shells or beautiful sea-worn stones and I have never brought home razor shells before, but at this beach there were so many of them at the tide-line. I found myself arranging them idly as the children dug moats and built castles... lining them up, sharp edges and smooth backs, greys and soft fawns and opalescent whites, quiet lines in the sand...a soothing rhythm of simple shapes and tones.


Thursday, 14 August 2014

#244 - Knapweed

I have fallen off the wagon somewhat with my blogging, for various reasons, but I have taken a few photos over the summer - these delightful feathery knapweed flowers, which I had been thinking were a sort of thistle, are all over one of our favourite meadows, looking exotic and somewhat gorgeous with their arrogant purple plumes.


Thursday, 10 July 2014

#243 - White Clover

I like the purple clovers but these white ones by the stream today were so perfectly spherical, little round flower balls on their straight green stems.


Wednesday, 9 July 2014

#242 - Self-heal and Bird's Foot Trefoil

The grass is splendid with Summer, I have been stooping to admire the vivid purple of the self-heal for days and now the Bird's Foot Trefoil has appeared in gorgeous golds and sun-bright yellows.


Sunday, 6 July 2014

#241 - Hydrangea

Hydrangeas are bursting from every front garden in the city and we couldn't resist these gorgeous blue and pink flowers which rest like butterflies on the concrete.


Friday, 4 July 2014