Wildflowers in the spotlight

There are fields behind our house. I took a walk one day last week between downpours, and found many more wildflowers than I’d expected. The land appears to be just grazing meadow, so meadow flowers abound, and I thought it would be a crying shame not to do something with them. Hence the camera and my enthusiasm came out. It’s a pity the light didn’t. Even with a light conservatory, it was difficult to get enough light through the lens for my macro lens and tubes. In the end, I settled for my standard lens and the macro tubes to get the details I wanted as I didn’t want to resort to artificial light.

Bush Vetch

Wild Comfrey

Hawksbit

Black Meddick

I wanted to capture the beauty others miss. Either they wouldn’t even notice the flowers, as some of them are tiny, or they wouldn’t stop to look.  Maybe some of these photos will make you look twice next time you take a walk with the dog? If you click on the photos you can see them much larger and in more detail. I’m planning a set of wildflower photos in macro for my website, and therefore for sale, quite soon. I’m not sure if these are going to be the shots. Probably not. I’ll need better light to get the top quality shots I want, and time is important, as these flowers will only be around for a short while.

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My Parent’s Garden. Photos at last

Well, my sister has done me proud. I asked her to capture some shots of my parent’s garden having spent three days in the rain working on it for them, only to finish as it was going dark. Today was lovely up in northern England, as it was here, so she popped down and has emailed me some shots I’m sure she won’t mind sharing with you. She is a singer and singing teacher, but has talent with photography too! Thanks, Pam.

 

Parent's garden in February. Photo by Pamela James

Parents Garden in Feb. Photo by Pamela James

In addition, I’d like to thank everyone for being so supportive with all your lovely comments and congratulations this week. It was exciting to be on Freshly Pressed, as well as an honour, and I hope the  people I’ve been visited by continue to visit and communicate with me. Your views and perspectives are always welcome.

 

 

Heligan Photos, Heligan Thoughts

Mud Man. Made of mud, haircut by crocosmia

I spents some time at Heligan, too on my travels in Devon and Cornwall. It was my second most important reason for going there. I’ve watched the TV programmes showing it’s restoration and developement, but I could not have ever appreciated it from my sofa. So my partner joined me and we camped at a motor home site just next door. We didn’t have to drive, but walk to the entrance. And it was well worth it. Want to see some more photos? Here they are.

Another of the fab sculptures. Too tired by this one to have got its name.

Heligan was home to the Tremayne family once, it fell into decay and has been restored in recent years, and we found out a little about a bygone (or not?) era when gardeners had to sleep in little more than a stone shed with an open side to look after the extremely precious pineapple crop, grow a fruit from one of the great plant hunting expeditions just to stuff the pheasant for their table with and the Tremaynes had their men destroy wild handkerchief trees in their native habitat just so the one they had would remain exclusive.

But today, this estate is run by organic methods, and the gardens are home to some rare treasures, even today, on our shores thanks to its mini climate. Just look at this next shot.

Heligan Gardens. Cycads, palms, a mini paradise

Some of the plants are fascinating just to look at. As you can imagine, I was very busy with my camera.  I Had a sore shoulder by the end of the day from holding it!

Just one of the many fascinating exotic plants I saw at Heligan

The Italian Garden at Heligan

If you want to find out more abaout this amazing place, their website is http://www.heligan.com. It’s a good guide to what’s on offer and may entice you down there next year….

Eden project astounding

Sculpture at Eden

Last month I did what I’ve been threatening to do for a long time. I took my camper and myself down to Cornwall to visit the Eden Project. What an amazing place!!! It’s vast, it’s colourful and loaded with information about our wonderful planet. I completley wore myself out in an effort to see everything but still didn’t. The great thing is, once you’ve bought a ticket and registered it, you can return within a year on the same ticket. I will be going back, despite the five hour journey to get there.

The Domes

Outside, I tried to get a photo of the complete complex of the domes, but despite my wide angle elns, couldn’t fit it all in.

The stairway to the top of the dome

Inside, on encountering the steps, I decided my head would NOT cope with the hights, but for those who climbed these scary steps, the veiw was, I’m told, fantastic.

And some of the exhibits were very interesting.

The Rites of Dionysus

Explanation

This place is well worth a visit or two, and photographers beware. You’ll need a full battery, probably an extra card for your camera and plenty of time to take all the shots you want. I’ll post more on my Cornwall trip another day.

If you want to see more of my photos, please go to www.caffimages.co.uk (there’s also a link in the sidebar on the right).

A UK Farm Celebrating the Past

A happy pig that enjoyed having his ear scratched

A happy pig that enjoyed having his ear scratched

A happy pig with her new family

A happy pig with her new family

I thought I’d digress from my usual meanderings today. Looking at the shots I took on a small farm visit made me quite nostalgic. I’m sure the modern equipment farms use today are essential to keep us all fed, but doesn’t all the old stuff look great? It made me think about what we’ve lost in our countryside due to the pressures of so many people to feed. We can’t blame the farmers, as they simply had to follow policies government set for them to increase production. But having been back to a conservation site trying to redress the balance (see previous post), I simply feel whistful about what we have lost. The meadows full of butterflies and bees (their plight has been well publicised), the cornfields dotted with poppies, and people’s connection to the earth. In my own area, which is mixed private and council housing the kids watched me sprinkle poppy seeds over the grass verges. ‘What’ya doin?’ they asked me, so I told them. ‘Huh, they won’t grow round here.’ Was the reply. How sad that young people have given up before they’ve started, and have so little connection to the planet that supports them.

When I was a kid, I played in hedgerows, brought new ‘pets’ home in the form of caterpillars and watched them grow and change into butterflies. I visited my aunt’s farm at the weekend and fought the hens for their eggs. Now the latest game seems to be all young people are interested in. So my photos for the day look back to a time when less damage was done to the land and machinery was on a more human scale. Animals were treated well and the smithy was an important part of the scene. What do you think? Am I just a sad, aging hippy or should we all be taking more notice of what’s around us?

An old fashioned Smithy

An old fashioned Smithy

Elderly, retired farm tractor

Elderly, retired farm tractor

Another day, another photo

Well, it’s a chilly May but plants are growing, birds are singing and my camera has been in action. I have a great bird population, due to feeding them for the last five years. They come in to feed even while I’m working a few feet away. But where are they when I sit down quietly with my camera and wait patiently to come? Sparrows, blue tits and starlings are having a laugh at my expense. The minute I went inside, they were in feeding, and laughing, I’m sure! But I did get some shots of late flowering daffodils, strawberries in flower and good old bugle, looking its best. Those shots still need downloading, but todays image is from last week when the clematis alpina was stunning, trailing through my twisted willow.

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