Magic show
I broke one of my photography don’t do’s yesterday. I had great day exploring a wood in Northumberland, found lots of new places and totally wore myself out. On getting home late afternoon Carla fed me well with a delicious fish pie, Carla is a super cook, it’s her Italian genes and the love good food. So well fed and exhausted, all you intrepid explorers know this place, I made the big mistake of downloading my photos of the day onto the computer. This knocked my mood right in, very disappointed was I. So I did what I should have don’t in the first place, sat down with a good beer. My son Gino from Bristol sent some @drinkmoorbeer for my birthday last week, the one last was a Nor’Hop ultra pale ale, gorgeous. He sent a dozen selection and it does not matter which one I pick it always hit’s the spot. This morning after a grumpy damp dog walk, damming my camera to hell, it’s right what they say, a bad craftsman blames his tools, I sit down and look at my photos again, and this time I have a little more empathy for them. Here is one after I’d already started to make my way back to car and was on the phone to Carla saying as much. Ooo that looks interesting I say to a gap in a broken stone wall leading to splashes of yellow and golden, so I say bye and hang up. Fifteen minutes later I’ve passed the point of no return, up a steep slope heading towards some crags, I see below these silver birch sharing an opening with some tall pines but somehow managing to cloak there presents with a vail of shimmering leaves. The background pines and foreground birch help to give a natural split tone vignette, edged with the jutting branches of ragged pines acting as pointers to the magic show. It just shows what a good beer and a nights sleep can do for your photography.
Magic show
I broke one of my photography don’t do’s yesterday. I had great day exploring a wood in Northumberland, found lots of new places and totally wore myself out. On getting home late afternoon Carla fed me well with a delicious fish pie, Carla is a super cook, it’s her Italian genes and the love good food. So well fed and exhausted, all you intrepid explorers know this place, I made the big mistake of downloading my photos of the day onto the computer. This knocked my mood right in, very disappointed was I. So I did what I should have don’t in the first place, sat down with a good beer. My son Gino from Bristol sent some @drinkmoorbeer for my birthday last week, the one last was a Nor’Hop ultra pale ale, gorgeous. He sent a dozen selection and it does not matter which one I pick it always hit’s the spot. This morning after a grumpy damp dog walk, damming my camera to hell, it’s right what they say, a bad craftsman blames his tools, I sit down and look at my photos again, and this time I have a little more empathy for them. Here is one after I’d already started to make my way back to car and was on the phone to Carla saying as much. Ooo that looks interesting I say to a gap in a broken stone wall leading to splashes of yellow and golden, so I say bye and hang up. Fifteen minutes later I’ve passed the point of no return, up a steep slope heading towards some crags, I see below these silver birch sharing an opening with some tall pines but somehow managing to cloak there presents with a vail of shimmering leaves. The background pines and foreground birch help to give a natural split tone vignette, edged with the jutting branches of ragged pines acting as pointers to the magic show. It just shows what a good beer and a nights sleep can do for your photography.