NotYetHere
A few weekends ago we had a slow stroll along Plymouth Hoe, enjoying the sunset and family. Just some pictures to conjure the line between land, sea and sky.
Although cold, taking time, a drink and a walk. Going slow should be something we all try to do, as often as possible. You’d be surprised how much it helps with the busy times. Enjoy the season, and take care whatever the weather.
Early on a Thursday morning I met with another photographer friend near Stroud for an early morning sunrise shoot on Crawley Hill. This is his neck of the woods so he chose the locations and led me round the places to see. I think it was a success, but that’s down to you the viewers really to decide, let me know what you think.
The hill itself is an old hill fort, and walking around the summit you can see why it was chosen, with great views all around, I can imagine in its day, with the trees cleared and possibly a wooden palisade surrounding it, it would be very imposing.
From the high view here we dropped down to the canalside, the quintessential English view as we strolled along after breakfast, thanks Keith :-). That’s where we’ll go next on our trip, so keep watching. And remember to enjoy the sights as the season turns to Autumn and the days shorten towards winter, my favourite time of year.
Edited image taken on a recent trip to France. I’m looking at Black and White images a lot at the moment, re-visiting some old photos. Still getting to grips with Adobe Lightroom, the more I delve the more I find to try out. Using Raw files, to keep the integrity of the original photo as taken, while allowing the ability to try to remove various edits. I’m nearly finished cataloguing my collection, next I want to separate family and friends from landscape photography, another slow process.
It looks like the weather is turning this week, Autumn is coming with changing colours and changing light. I hope to get some regular writing done in the darkening evenings, using the long nights to catch up.
What ever you are up to at the moment, do it with gusto, attack life and keep it moving. And smile a lot.
I have been following the map again.
The title, cross country, refers to my country, the space around me and where I can pick and choose landmarks to walk to. Where, although I know the countryside well, I still choose to take a map and see the old landscape overlaying the new.
Cross Country I have a place to be, far from here over contours by Callow Drove, Fry's Hill. Cross Lane and Axbridge. I went alone and with others once, with strangers to Wavering Down and Kings Wood, following the path weaving across the map, itself folded and pressed. Reaching out to places I can reach across the span of my hand, thumb to outstretched fingertip. stretching along Cross Moor Drove and crossing Bow Bridge. On along the old Cheddar Yeo, passing by Crab Hole. There is more here than climbing Crook Peak, above Dunnet Farm, from here you can look over Broad Knoll and Church Knoll, walk above Yew Tree Cliff and on past Fore Cliff and Cross Plain. To cross the boundary of sorts, at the end, where the page finishes and we turn back before nightfall to a warm return and home, a place on the map we know exists.
Happy travels, and remember to always consult a map of your journey. Before, during and after, it will illuminate the landscape around you as go.
A walk through the world between places 