Abandoned to Nature

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These are two of my favourite images.  Why?  Because I love how Nature takes hold on abandonment.  This is how our world would be if there were no humans.  Not such a bad thing.  Enlightenment can come in many forms.

Its All About the Gods

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Another glorious day and another glorious walk down the dene with good friends.  The light was so beautiful.  And the peace, it was like being in heaven.  And as the year goes on it can only get better as summer is just around the corner and soon everything will be looking beautiful.

I am constantly drawn to the woods and although everything looks so good I cannot help but look for the little things.  I don’t think I will ever tire of getting down on the ground and taking photographs of the things that we quite happily walk past and ignore.

The Fern Lady Part Two

An early morning start to the day, 6.30 am to be precise, and a walk down amongst Nature. The perfect start to a day off.  Clears the mind and brings peace to the soul.  And my beloved close ups.  And yes of course I went back to bed.  After a cup of tea of course.

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Deja Vu

Sometimes I get a feeling of having been here before.  I often think if you don’t look at the main focus of the photo but look at the outskirts, the blur, the shadows, you will see me.

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Anticipation

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I seem to spend every waking moment thinking of the dene.  It is becoming almost like an obsession, a happy obsession I hope.  I am eager for sunshine, warmth, and life everywhere. Hurry up trees. I want to see you in all your glory.  It is good for the soul. I want to try some new stuff too.  Introduce something different to my photographs, take them to the next level.  I want to experiment, put something of the inner being into them. That is the next step on the journey.  And people, I might just include people into my photos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fern Lady

Back into the dene on one of my now regular walks, often accompanied by good friends too.  Tramping through the mud, discovering new places, new myths and, of course, taking one or two photographs along the way.  Admittedly most of them were of ferns.  I am fascinated by them.  Can’t you tell.  They are so mysterious, so delicate, so pretty.  And they are everywhere.  One day when us humans are all gone the world will be covered by them.  How wonderful would that be?  Only I won’t be around to take any photographs, but maybe I’ll be buried under one and then my spirit can live on, through the fern.  What glory?  To live on in Nature.  The end of the road.  What a fitting end.

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