Can there be anything more wonderful than a spring morning spent tramping through a bluebell wood? When I went to see the bluebells they weren’t quite ready, although they are ready in gardens lit with bright sunshine, the shadow of the trees keeps them back a week or so. I have promised myself that I will go again this weekend, to see what I can see.
Month: April 2016
Vote for Me.
My first photography competition,
vote for me – Mandy Yates, I have three photos.
Thank you so much.
in silver birch and acid green.
For the love of cows.
I love cows, I do. I’ve loved cows since a tiny tot when my farming Uncle introduced me to them. Did you know all female cows are called Daisy, Daisy the cow, every single one, well they are in Mandycharlie world. You have to have a healthy respect for cows, they are big animals and not always predictable, especially if you have a dog in tow. I remember buying a book called The Secret Life of Cows , pick it up if you get the chance, there is a lot to love about that book as it illustrates the complexities of their individual personalities.
But just because cows make me giggle, here are a few cow pictures.
Seeing the lovely clear evening, not a cloud in sight, I had a bit of a brain wave, lets go and try to see the Milky Way… With the help of Dark Site Finder, The Photographers Ephemeris and Sky Guide we quickly realised that seeing the Milky Way would be impossible, what with the moon being in the sky and setting after the sun started to rise and that wasn’t including the light pollution affecting things, but as you know I am game for anything, so we went anyway! Wrapped up several layers deep, pyjamas underneath our trousers we set off at 4.00 a.m.Yep, no Milky Way, just the faintest hiss of it, but no matter, the coffee was good, there were bacon sandwiches and boiled eggs for breakfast and it was four in the morning, what adventures could we have?The light from the moon is strong, but oh so beautiful. We played with torch light painting Chesterton Windmill.And then I thought I would have a twirl around.Tripped up!Another twirl And then my favourite one of all. The moon peeking through. And then the moon glowing red as we watched it set.Whilst at the same time, the sun was peeking through the mist. And we watched the calm of another day starting.
It was such a beautiful and crazy night, I hope we do it again soon, and those pyjamas had kept us beautifully warm and it was really easy to tumble into bed when we got home.
For the love of cats (& kids!).
Having spent the weekend entrenched in all things domesticity we really needed to spend just an hour with the wind blowing around us to refresh and restore us, so we chose to head off to Chesterton Windmill, camera in hand to capture the sunset. The sky looks very interesting as we climb the hill in the blustery wind. But as we do a bride passes us, we know she is a bride by the frock she is wearing under her coat wrapped tightly around her to keep the draught out.The photographer is set up, we manage to take a shot without interfering with their shoot. And as we wend our way down the hill leaving them in peace, the sun comes out, the wind drops and I hope the bride and groom are enjoying their time together creating special memories of their own.
One evening recently Hubby and I set off to photograph a few sunsets and I can remember sitting in the car thinking to myself how wonderful it is that I know so many photographers in London and Warwickshire who, probably at that very moment will be thinking photographically minded thoughts. How we all pursue our visions and are deeply committed to and often amused by our art. How although it might seem a competitive sport, for most a camera is just a beautiful tool to play with. And when at the end of the day we sit there at our computers and tweak a little of this and a little of that, we know that there will be fellow photographers who will understand the sheer hard work and more often than not little bit of luck that went into the end result.
I found this spot by accident, we’d tried four different spots in the previous hour but none worked, some were filled with people, some the sun wasn’t right, some the castle was in the wrong place. And then I came up with idea of yellow flowers in the foreground of a sunset, it is a bit early for rape seed to flower, but that’s what I wanted, but seeing how beautiful the sunset was I jumped out of the car anyway to take this shot and low and behold, once I’d climbed the bank, I realised we had found a field that was just coming into tiny yellow flowers.
Seven swans a swimming.
The River Avon.
I spent the most blissful of afternoon’s the other day in Stratford Upon Avon, I pottered around and then went on a mini river cruise. I was the only person on the boat! A cruise for one, how magnificent.