One cute cat.
Not for sale, because we are his…
We feed him. Water him. Tend him.
Stroke, pet, hug him.
Spend time with him.
The other cat objects.
She is cute too…
But she doesn’t pose this well!
I give you
Tag: Photos
Blue sky
Sunshine and showers
Blue sky and dark clouds,
Caged land hidden behind fences?
History gone, wiped away,
Washed by rain and hail.
Barriers to man, but not foxes or cats?
Life in the slow lane,
Land abandoned to its fate,
Blue sky reflected in puddles,
Given to dreams, waiting for growth of plants,
Or buildings?
How long will you wait
To find your fate?
What a beaut…
What a beautiful cat, so sweet so cute,
Sitting there on the counter top.
Let me just get my camera?
Where is it, oh over there..
Just a sec, gotta get the settings right,
It’s dark in here so,
400 iso I think…..
Better get the focus right.
Ok, almost ready,
Ah you are a cute cat,
Head rubs and purrs,
Now for the photo. .
Hold still…..
He’s gone….
Random photos
Searching through my files found these old photos that were saved in a file that was on my old phone. Some of them I recognise, others must be more than 3 years old. I need to work out how to transfer them across to the other files…..
So there is Westport lake, a wooden screen at a cafe, a window in St Thomas Church, penkhull, a cumulo nimbus cloud, a drink flask, paper butterflies I cut out for a birthday and a painting I did of my friend decorating an elephant she made for the penkhull mystery plays.
I’m sure I will find more to share.
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Twisted photos
I’m at it again, can’t resist. Loving autumn colours, and autumn mist.
Spent the day shooting, not animals but flowers, its easy to play around in floral bowers.
The lakes a stunner, full of ducks and drakes, and the gardens cafe makes lovely cakes.
Swans are skulling slowly across the water, seeing them is awesome, they don’t falter.
So now it’s autumn, colds and chills await, winter is a coming, and the flowers fate.
Coming to the garden, death will take a ride, and the pretty flowers will have nowhere to hide.
So come and see the garden, come see the show. Before the autumn’s over, and it’s too cold to grow.
Yes then all will be compost, thrown away my dear, and we will have to wait again, at least till next year!
Sculpture at Trentham Gardens
We visited Trentham Gardens yesterday and it was great to see so many statues at the park. Many were fairy sculptures, several were new (at least to me). The only one that I think had always been there was the sculpture of Medusa being killed by Persius. I can remember seeing it before the Gardens were sold off. Now there are so many more sculptures there. Many of them are of fairies holding dandelion seed heads. There are also wildlife statues including owls, mice, slugs, frogs and other animals. I had a lovely afternoon taking photos of them.
The day was rather overcast and the flowers were past their best but there were also a lot of shapely seed heads to enhance the view. We don’t go to the gardens very often, perhaps once or twice a year. But it is worth visiting.
2017
These photos were all taken in September 2017,
Starting with a ceramic head I made in the 1980s at a pottery class. It has lasted through many years and many plants. This year its just planted up with lobelia, but the fuschia that was in it in 2017 was spectacular.
The second photo is part of a Chinese bridge at Biddulph Grange gardens. A wonderful garden owned by the National Trust at Biddulph, North Staffordshire. The garden is split into different areas including one based on Egyptian architecture, a Swiss cottage, an ancient grotto, and the Chinese pagoda garden. It’s a fascinating and beautiful place to visit.
One of the odd things they have there is in picture number three. This is an upturned tree root that is covered in moss, there is a whole section of them lining the steps down to the grotto, the trees must have been huge before they were hewn.
The fourth photo is a phone error. Probably because I had too many images on my phone, so two photos of daliahs are grouped with the hedges of the daliah walk at Biddulph. The picture is totally random, and the colours just happened.
So, I hope you like these.
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Today
Here are some photos of my exhibition at Etruria. The show looks pretty good. I’ve sold a few pieces and talked to lots of people. I had a chat with someone from tourist information who was very helpful. I’m hoping that I can do more work and that people will enjoy what I do. I’m sure I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m always willing to take on commissions so the choice of subject matter can be yours.
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Grey man
Actually green man, but I decided to see what he would look like in black and white.
I took the photograph at Salts Mill in Saltaire, Yorkshire, about 4 years ago.
Green men are found all around the country, representing the spirit of the fertile world? I guess so. This one was a design on a large gardinere in the Salts Mill complex. I think he is probably a Victorian design. There us something quite disconcerting about green leaves growing out of his mouth. It reminds me of when a was a child, when I was told if I ate apple pips an apple tree would grow inside me!
We also visited a green man shop in Pickering, in the north Yorkshire moors a few years before, and came home with a tiny green man and a plaque of a lady surrounded in sea shells and seaweed. I’m not sure exactly where it was, I think it was near the railway station, in the centre of the town, it may have closed by now.
I like painting green men and women, there is a succulent power in them, green and verdant.
When cats stare….
Late at night, my cat suddenly stares into the other room, somehow aware of something in there. I look but there is nothing but darkness, no sound, no movement, no figure, nothing except an old armchair.
It doesn’t happen often, but I feel sure my cat is seeing something in another realm that we cannot see. Cats eyes are so accurate, catch every ray of light, every glimmer or speck of movement. Reflecting them back in the dark as shining pools of mother of pearl, glimmering, unblinking.
What does he see? A previous presence? A future me? A distant spectre made visible by random fluctuations in the aether?
Nothing happens, he continues to stare for a few moments more then relaxes and commences washing his paws.
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