The sun was shining this weekend, so it was time to get out into the great outdoors and see what was growing.
Yesterday morning was quite chilly and I noticed that the river mist had spread across the fields in the lower parts of the valley. This made such a change to the seemingly unending flat grey steel skies and/or torrential flooding rain we have been experiencing of late. There was bright sunshine too, so I thought I’d go for a walk with my camera to see if I could capture some ghostly silhouettes of the trees. I brought my telephoto with the intention of zooming in and cropping the trees. However, as with many things in life, not everything goes according to plan. I soon realised I’d missed a trick by not bringing my macro lens too.
It feels like it has been raining continuously here since September – what with work commitments and poor weather coinciding with weekends, I have hardly been out ‘in the field’ with my camera gear. So instead, I have been plodding through all the photos I took in those glorious Summer months, when I was too busy taking photos to edit the NEFs.
Here are some more unusual images which I took – with a bit of added Photoshop. The focus of most of these pictures was on plant structure.
A bit of colour and sunshine to lift the spirits in the depths of Winter.
Green flowers – a strange sight to behold! Introduced by Vita Sackville-West to Sissinghurst. Known as Ixia viridifloria from South Africa.
The first meteorological day of Winter is on December 1st. Apart from a few frosty mornings where you have to scrape the car, it has been relatively mild here. There has been a LOT of rainfall however. So, whenever the sun appears on a calm, Autumn weekend day, it’s time to grab that camera and make the most of it.
Yesterday, was one of those blustery days with occasional showers, but when the sun appeared from behind the grey clouds, the light was perfect to capture those Autumnal colours.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
By Emily Bronte
Golden light reflecting off the ferns.
Tangerine orange leaves.
When the light hit these seed heads, they glowed like little lanterns.
Unravelling seed head in black and white macro.
Even the grass looked ethereal.
Maple seeds soon to drop.
Sunlight revealing veins in the leaf.