I couldn’t decide which one I liked best, so here are two images from my walk in the park today.. There were loads of late winter bright blooms, but I loved these especially.
This was my first real chance to really test out the 50mm fixed lens and I love it. There hasn’t been much photography or blogging recently – the price I am paying for being a shop owner at present! But, I will be back!
It wasn’t even five o’clock. But that’s winter for you. We had rain, wind, early darkness and then through the dark clouds a final defiant burst of sunlight just as it tipped below the horizon…a little reminder that after the rain the sun will always come, in life and in weather.
Most of the trees have lost their leaves now…like these ones. Orange and yellow leaves litter the ground all over. The trees look quite graceful in their naked state. Their leafless limbs bending helplessly in the wintry gusts – no shelter available to man, bird nor animal in these barren winter branches…but still it is beautiful.
Our mountain with a fresh snow topping and softly lit by the setting sun on a crisp, clear evening…..the first sign of winter’s imminent arrival.
While it seems that it was only yesterday that we were frolicking at the beach enjoying the last of the summer sunshine, winter has officially arrived and in full fury. The mountain no longer green, but sporting a lovely white winter coat of glistening snow. It will melt off after this short sharp icy cold-snap ends, but it is a sharp jolt of cold air, and time to finally accept that summer is really over and winter is now on our doorstep.
It was time to get out. A long beach walk in the middle of winter seemed sensible. So that is what we did…we gathered up four kids who had spent all morning staring at various screens, two soccer balls, one camera and headed out into the brisk winter air for an afternoon at a beach not far from our home.
We had a great game of beach football, we walked and walked, had running races, jumped streams, collected shells, wrote our names in the sand, one even played in the water (even in July!). Two of us carried shoes, jackets, shirts and the collected shells. After hours on the beach, we were all a bit cold, a bit tired, but happy, laughing and sandy as we headed home.
I felt recharged and reconnected and really alive. The fog has started to clear and as it did, I saw the most beautiful view right there in front of me. A sign, I think.
The mountain is a huge source of inspiration for artists around here. Local galleries are full of stunning photographs, paintings and other images inspired by the mountain. One can’t help but be impressed by its majestic presence.
This is one of only a very few photos I have taken of it. I try to take them from a different perspective. Most art involving the mountain has a common theme of some of the following…………..a vivid green bush backdrop, black and white cows peacefully grazing, brilliant white snow or a stunning sea backdrop. Mine is rather different, I think.
Hydrangeas…I love them. I love their compact but messy oversized bunches of little flowers on long stalks. My first memory of them was as a child in my grandmothers garden, with a bit of old lace curtain on my head and a hydrangea serving as a perfect blue bouquet for my wedding dress and veil as I waltzed around her garden dreaming of prince charming…
They come and go out of fashion I think, but I always have a soft spot for them. I love them in all stages (including nearly dead as per the faded beauty above) and in all variety of colours from white to pink, and my favourite, the blue. Interestingly “hydra” means a water monster with many heads which when cut off were succeeded by others. Well, they are not a water monster, but they certainly sprout new heads with profusion! And “Hydra-headed” means difficult to root out, springing up again and again, so I guess they have an appropriate name!
They grow like weeds here, with many farms using them for large bushy hedges offering wind protection to farm cattle. They seem to thrive in the combination of our winds, wet weather, mountain cold air and sea spray….or maybe they just like the cow fertilizer? I don’t know.
So hydrangea’s…they are persistent and resilient. They are also strong but are fragile with too much rough handling. They are long lasting and beautiful from first blossom through to their glorious but final fragile end.
There is something mesmerizing about looking up at trees. It was an overcast mid-winters sunday, the kind of day where colours seems so intense. There were a few brave surfers out taking on the lazy rolling waves at sea and otherwise not hardly a soul about…just winter time trees and a grey sky.