Apparently the country has been hit by a storm, Doris I believe they call it. So there’s nothing else to do but sit on the settee and have tea and cake. Oh and share a recent image that I took. I have been sharing some of my images with people both here at home and across the world in the form of postcards. With all the technology that we have around us now that is something that I miss, receiving something through the post. That’s why I thought I would create postcards of my images and send them to whoever would like one. Lovers of photography, lovers of nature, lovers of my art even. I find it quite exciting to think of someone on the other side of the world having one of my postcards pop through the letterbox. Free art ! If you’re reading this and would like one of my images then drop me a line.
I think it is also part of my journey and my relationship with photography and art. The images that I have been taking have given me a new direction and have bridged the relationship between art (photography) and nature. Something that I have been trying to do for quite a while. I have a greater understanding of what I want to do and how I approach nature so I am looking forward now to exploring more of nature when the weather is a little better. I feel more of a closeness to nature now. Its a strange thing to explain but physically and mentally I have been attuned to nature for a long time. Photography is a great passion of mine, so it was natural to explore nature through taking photographs but I have struggled a little with finding a balance between both of them. Now I feel that I am achieving that balance which I also see as another step on the journey. And that balance is knowing what photographs I want to take and the enjoyment of taking those photographs and sharing with people.
This is a little bit of a cheat, as it was taken indoors, and the flowers belong to someone else. But I wanted to include it in my project because sometimes when we feel we are immersed in darkness good things, however small, come along and remind us how beautiful life can be.
I have found a secret place in the dene where my mam lives. Well it isn’t actually a secret place. I have been there many many years back. When I was a teenager, in the summertime, when me and my friends had nowhere to go we used to explore the dene. I can’t imagine teenage girls these days wanting to explore the woods, more like the make up counter or the clothes shops.
You have to fight the brambles to get to it but its perfect. Everything is so still and so quiet, even though the noisy world is not far away. I always think that I am not going to find anything to photograph but every time I visit I find something new. Nature is such a beautiful place to be. I have taken to, not just taking photographs of pretty flowers, but looking out for patterns and textures. Admittedly there is not a lot to photograph at this time of the year if you look closely you will find something. I love these ferns, they have such intricate leaves and look absolutely gorgeous in black and white. There are lots of them about, still very much alive too. Come summertime the dene will be awash with them. If I was very naughty I’d pinch a whole bundle of them and fill every pot in my back yard, but they belong in the wild, free, amongst the trees.
And just to prove that the world is coming alive too I spied some snowdrops, just starting to make their presence known amongst the dead leaves. Always a good sign. Always a welcome sign.
Life has been so hectic lately. I’ve been desperate to pick up the camera and get some photos taken. Sadly, tiredness and the weather has been against me. Tiredness due to having to cover holidays at work and look after my little mam on my days off. And the weather, well its been quite gloomy lately. Sleet, rain, wind, and such darkness. Not days you want to go out in. And I have a confession to make. I’ve been baking. Lots. Not that that is a bad thing. But when one can’t get the camera out then one still likes to create. Maybe its a growing old kind of thing because I was always so bad at baking. Now I can make a victoria sponge that tastes so delicious, especially with fresh cream in the middle. So I’ve come to the conclusion that good cakes come with maturity. Maybe I’ve finally grown up.
But enough of those delights, back to the camera. I did manage to do a little experimenting today with some shop bought flowers.
I particularly like this one because of the pattern in the wood. This is the floor in my kitchen. I also love the shadows the flowers make on the wood.
And shadows, well there has been a few of those in my life. And they still linger. Do you ever feel that you belong somewhere even though you can’t figure out why you think that. That probably doesn’t make sense but I often get that feeling when I experience a certain period in the past. I constantly feel like I am sat somewhere in a dress, Victorian, black. I love this period in life. Strange isn’t it. How one can feel comfortable with the past.
Maybe we all have a past life, and maybe that past life can still be felt in the present.