In my mother’s house is a book shelf. On that shelf are rows and rows of photograph albums with lovingly presented images going back decades. Although we do have photograph albums in our household, I haven’t put one together in years and we certainly haven’t put one together since Helen and Izzy were born. I’m
By rights this photograph should be a write-off but I’m quite pleased with he results. I took the image in some very poor lighting conditions so I wasn’t expecting great results. Every time I look at it, I see something I hadn’t noticed before. It proves that sometimes what matters is all in the detail.
This may sound like an odd thing to say, but it’s very difficult to see the sunset where we live. Last night I ventured out to take photographs of some nearby meadow land that has come to life with flowers in the recent sunshine. I happened to look up and felt this dramatic sunset made
I don’t know what it’s like where you live, but we’ve had some glorious sunshine on the London / Surrey borers and temperatures have soared into double figures. The land is waking up after this long, grey winter and this was very apparent during a visit I made to Box Hill on Friday with Helen,
I had such grand photographic plans for my blog this week. It was to feature bright flowers to mark Easter. As you can no doubt tell from the image below of this eye-catching light installation , that never came to pass.
