Research can take many forms. For many it may mean just surfing the web, for others a trip to the library or the local archives office.
Lately I have been in ‘research mode’ gathering information for a few different projects I am currently working on. However it has thrown up a few surprises that I have filed away for another day.
Looking at original documents that are over 100 years old is fascinating, be they a title deed or a letter from a soldier to his parents during the first world war.
Many years ago when I was a teenager I took up birdwatching seriously. However there were not many bird identification books available in my price range. So if I saw some birds locally that I had not identified before, I would often take a detour to the local museum (it was further along the riverbank) check out the natural history display cases and then return to birdwatching, confident I had correctly identified the birds seen.
Now of course it is so much easier. On a break from my research, I stopped off at one of my regular birdwatching haunts (mainly to try out my new telescope) Once in the nearest hide I looked out onto the lake hoping to see if there were some birds I hadn’t seen before. I was in luck. A male and a female smew in amongst the tufted ducks and wigeon. Alas I did not get a photo, but true to the ‘old ways’ I made a note of the behaviour and characteristics of the birds as well as the colour and size etc. Once back home (after a quick stop off at the local supermarket) I confirmed my sightings.
However I can never resist a picture of a swan.
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Tagged Birdwatching, Inspiration, journey home, Memories, nature, photography, Research, River, swan, Walking, Winter, Writing
I am not just quick enough.
To take the shot I want.
The other day I was out walking in one of my usual haunts, camera in hand, hoping to add to my collection of bird photos. It was a rather dreary day, it couldn’t decide what it was going to do. A persistent drizzle threatened to turn into a downpour. Still I had decided I would do a spot of birdwatching after I had completed the mundane housekeeping tasks.
Looking along the path through the woods I spied
the sun shining through the clouds.
Looking up through the trees I spied this little chap helping himself to a few red berries.
And waiting patiently as always …..
How many people have photograph albums tucked away in a drawer, under the bed, in the loft? I guess most people over a certain age will have at least one. More likely is that they will have boxes full of the photos that they just did not get around to putting into albums.
Now of course everybody takes pictures on their phones and uploads them onto the internet. I am no different, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this.
This is a photograph of the family cat, lying in the shade circa 1976 – The Summer of the Heatwave.
And this was taken earlier this year.
Along the riverbank
An explosion of colour
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Tagged Autumn, Birdwatching, Inspiration, nature, photography, River, Writing
Recently I have gone back to listening to the radio. When I was a teenager it was always BBC Radio One. Now I tend to listen to the local BBC radio stations as I travel to and from work for the travel updates and local stories. One lunchtime I listened as the local radio presenter was on an outside broadcast at an event and tickled a pig!
I have become a fan of some National Talk Radio shows. A lot of radio stations have appeared on the internet and on free-view and satellite TV and when flick through the channels looking for something different to listen to I am reminded on those times as a teenager I would eagerly tune and retune the transistor radio looking for Radio Luxembourg through the hiss and crackle that was a.m. radio
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Tagged Autumn, conversations, DAB Radio, journey home, Memories, Music, Radio Luxembourg, Winter, Writing