Tag Archives: Macro

Altered poppies

Altered poppies

The Guildford Castle gardens are a riot of colour at the moment, with a plethora of poppies in commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the start of World War I.

The image has been altered (accidentally) to give the impression of an illustration rather than a traditional photograph.

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A Slice of Rocky Road

On a very wet and dark Thursday afternoon there is nothing more comforting than a slice of handmade Rocky Road presented on a pretty pink bona-china plate.

Rocky Road

Tea at the Tea Terrance

Tea at the Tea Terrance #2103PAD

I am beginning to see a food theme with my photographs, which I suspect is probably having a negative impact on my waist line.

Brush away

Who would ever have thought it, that a three-day week could feel like the longest week in history.  First week back at work after eleven days off for Christmas and it has been tough.

Brush away #2103PAD

The early starts, the dark nights and getting back into the rhythm of work.  Now for the weekend and time to brush the cares away.

Lost button

Lost Button

Foggy start to Sunday and it has remained foggy.  Hauled up on the sofa this afternoon watching Miss Marple’s – Murder is Announced while enjoying our lunch. 

Before lunch I made a brief foray into the garden with my camera and discovered this forlorn little red  button lying amongst the fallen leaves and debris .  

 

Autumn fruit

Autumn is a upon us and we are enjoying some unseasonably warm weather in the south of England.  Just in case, I was tempted to forget it is actually autumn the evidence is in abundance and can be easily seen.

Our neighbour’s grapevine has been growing fast along the adjoining fence and has started to invade our garden, which means we now seeing bunches of ripening grapes appearing.

Autmun fruits

B&W Wednesday

B&W Wednesday - Time

For  B&W Wednesday and today’s November In Black and White I have used the theme of time. 

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour’d
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done:

Ulysses from Troilus & Cressida Act 3 Scene III
William Shakespeare

Together with the close-up of my old and broken watch, I have included the only  quote I can remember from my A Level English Lit studies of Troilus and Cressida.

the long road