Photo 366 – Week 1
Posted under Photo 366 2012
That Photo 365/366 thing is addictive. I’m at it again…but thought I’d round it up weekly for the blog.
1 – 366 I hear those voices that will not be drowned
‘That’ Maggi Hambling shell on Aldeburgh beach again. The same, but different.
2 366 Felixstowe Docks
My first attempt at a Photosynth pano using my iphone. Very obvious seam two thirds across but not bad. Not seen: two small boys with their cameras trying to upstage usurp my hard won position as Family Photographer.
4 366 Makery
Confined to barracks today by a sick child. Frankly the End of the World type weather would have meant the same regardless of Bertie’s virus. Much makery was done..I finished the garland at the bottom and the necklace just peaking in, started a childsize handbag (WIP) and Bertie made a purse. And a big mess everywhere, plus ca change and all that.
5 366 Away
With great glee, I have put the Christmas decorations away and Reclaimed The House. I’ve been itching to do it since Boxing Day. Never ceases to amaze me how quickly the house goes from ‘festive’ to ‘shambolic looking’.
Here are two of my favourite decorations, bought on a business trip to Moscow in another life. I always think the soldier has a bit of a glint in his eye. Pretty sure he’s got the hots for the Fair Maiden. Either that or he’s after her mushrooms [not a euphemism].
6 366 Lying down on the job
Bit, um, breezy here. Several casualties…a windowpane has been blown out of our ‘conservatory’ (ie. tumble down shack like structure), a tree down and – oh what new horror is this? – a MAN DOWN. Yes, one of our two gnomes was found lying down on the job in our Gnomic Dell. Honestly, a few puffs of galeforce wind and they start working to rule. You just can’t get the staff these days.
Nice aren’t they, our little gnomes? They’ve come to live with us after 30 plus years at my mother-in-law’s house. They liked Northants very much but fancied a change of air. The one in the background reading a book was the Husband’s when he was a boy (bookish, you see), the layabout one was my brother-in-law’s (he played the trumpet, but I guess the sax will do). There was a third, my sister-in-law’s, but it was stolen. The lure of a plastic diddyman clutching a fawn was apparently just too much for someone.
I will confess to an urge to buy a third to complete the gang. But then I know I’ll fancy another one. And another. And before you can say “purple with a red hat that doesn’t go” I’ll be a full on English Eccentric. With dodgy taste in garden decor.
6 366 My Field #1
Not a wildly interesting shot but then it wasn’t a wildly interesting day. In an effort to make this year’s 366 a little different than previous years I’m giving it a bit more of a ‘diary’ flavour. I thought I’d shoot My Field once a month, and track the year and the changing seasons. So here I present My Field #1, full of early winter wheat and looking so lush in the mid-day sun.
I love My Field. I drive past it most days as it’s very near our house. I need a wider lens to give the ‘view’ justice but then I need to be 20 years younger and that ain’t happening any time soon either.
Not seen: tanker man parked up next to me leering out of his window at my general gorgeousness. Or was he just puzzled by the sight of a harassed looking woman on a bike, clad in luminous gear and comedy big gloves and taking photos of nothing.
7 366 Whirling
Taken at sundown on the Hen Reedbeds, Southwold with my trusty Lensbaby Composer. It’s a flock of seagulls [insert bad hair joke here].
We’d gone in search of a murmuration of 250,000 starlings which hang out here at this time of year. Apparently they didn’t get the memo though and didn’t bother showing up today. But we had a gorgeous walk through the reedbeds and enjoyed a beautifully bright lady moon, admiring her reflection in the water, Venus and Jupiter doing their stuff and {bonus} a kingfisher.
Somewhere a quarter of a million starlings are laughing at us.
