Category Archives: Buildings

Looking through old photos

Admittedly on my lap top.  I wonder how they will be seen in the future. No longer kept in an old shoe box under the bed, with the date and who was in them written in pencil on the back, or stuck into the ‘photo album’ you know the one where only the best photos are displayed.

With everything digital and kept in the cloud, what happens when the cloud bursts? Do the pixels dissipate never to return.

Will someone pop into their local archives in say 30 years  and say ‘Have you got any pictures of what my town looked like at the turn of the century?

Who knows.

I just like looking through old photos.

This is one of my favourites, not because of the rainbow, or the lamp reflection (taken through a window) that could at a push be taken as a UFO (cue Gerry Anderson UFO music) but because that building no longer exists.

The whole area  redeveloped from this

to this

and finally

Until the next re development.

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A Soft Day

My grandmother, and mother would have called today ‘A Soft Day’ It’s been raining on and off all day, more of a drizzle than showers.  The wind has died down, the temperature has dropped but it is not cold.  The sun is hidden behind the low clouds.  If you listen carefully you can hear birds singing.  Not the vibrant songs of last week, just the calls to one another. A solitary cat walks into my garden, no longer looking for shade.

As a youngster on holiday in Ireland, we would often experience ‘A Soft Day’  I would spend the day sitting at the front door of my grandparents cottage, on the little step (my grandparents lived in identical cottages’ sometimes reading the latest Enid Blyton book I had purchased in Woolworths in Clonmel (paying the taxes that bumped up the price by 6d) as I had read all the books I had brought with me.  Or filling in countless notebooks with short stories about children who climbed over the dry stone walls and met up with Leprechauns, Banshees and Pookas.

It was on days like this I could let my imagination run wild!

Funnily enough, today I have found my self sitting in the shelter of the doorway to my house, as soft rain quietly falls around me, wondering what could be behind the moss covered stone wall – letting my imagination run and jump wildly in the air. Maybe I will go and have a look!

 

 

 

Over the wall

I like to take photos from slightly different viewpoints.

I also like to photograph a particular feature of a building inside

and out

and sometimes the traditional shot

even if the trees get in the way.

 

Saturdays

Have become the Sunday for me in as much as lately I have exchanged my Sunday morning walks for Saturdays.

It is always good to change things around.

You can still find the ‘quiet’

If you take the time to look……

 

It should be Sunday

Only it’s Bank Holiday Monday. The only sounds heard are the wood pigeons calling out to each other.  The roar of a car engine momentarily shatters the peace. The car speeds by, the occupant apologetic.  It feels like a Sunday even though the refuse truck has been and gone. No Bank Holiday for them.  It feels quintessentially British. A throw back to the television shows from the sixties that I would watch endlessly as I grew up. Any minute now John Steed and Emma Peel would appear, roll opening credits……

It feels earlier than it is, the sun is still hiding behind low cloud, perhaps hiding in a game of hide and seek that only its playing.

There is a stillness in the air, it still feels like it should be Sunday…..

A Sunday Morning Walk

The early morning mist hung around this April morning, so these images look as though they were taken earlier than 11am.
It was so quiet as I walked through the churchyard, then I heard the distinctive sound of crows  and a dog barking in the distance.

 

It was a little chilly (compared to yesterday) but a pleasant walk to recharge the batteries and ready for the following week.

Woburn Abbey Gardens

Just a few photos from last years day trip to  Woburn Abbey and Gardens

As you can see this little chap was more than happy to pose for his photo

His friends were a little shy, though they are very vocal birds

These next shots  remind me of all the secret passages from all the Enid Blyton books I read as a child

It was a great day out, one I hope to repeat as there is always something interesting to see.