Along the River Great Ouse
The riverside has changed a lot in the last few years
Buildings have come down
Careful does it!
People were curious
New buildings went up
And so did a new bridge
The New Bridge
Older buildings changed use (again)
However the wildlife carried on as usual
All these photos were taken between 2012 and 2020
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Everybody knows that if you leave an empty box out a cat will hop inside. However if you have a pile of wood/rubbish……..
They will sit on top of it.
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?
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
Until the next re development.
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Tagged Bedford, Inspiration, Memories, photography, River, Timeslip, Walking
And apparently I have been on WordPress for 9 years, yes NINE years.
In this time I have done many things, and some are on my still to do list……. ( I don’t call it a bucket list) I like to do things at my own pace. Sometimes it’s slower than others. I like to march to the beat of my own drum so to speak. ( or stroll)
I like to take the time to look around me. First this morning I drew back the curtain onto my garden to see next doors cat, oblivious to every thing around him just rolling about in the sun bleached grass, enjoying the early morning sunshine, which for an eighteen year old cat is pretty good going.
After a few minutes he decided to act his age and have a snooze
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…..
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The dawn chorus has not started except for a few pigeons, a solitary robin and the crows. The shadow of a cat guard sitting on guard upon the garden wall. In the distance? comes the muffled sound of a door opening and closing. The ears on the cat prick up and he turns his head to the direction of the sound. He stands up, stretches as only cats can on a 6 foot high wall and with a quick lick and promise, he returns to his guard duty.
The mist is slow to clear, its warm and muggy, the sun struggles to break through. The neighbourhood cats walk on by, house to house, over walls and garden fences. Every now and then one will stop, distracted by a bird, an opening window or perhaps the sound of their humans preparing food. Its Saturday, the day of no real routine. Cats like routine…..
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Tagged Birdwatching, Cat, Haunting, Mist, nature, photography, Routine, Saturday, Spring
Mondays, Tuesdays ………. it doesn’t matter what day of the week it is. I just love to photograph birds.
Sometimes it’s easier to count the family members than others.
Or seeing where they have decided to build a nest this year
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Tagged Bedford, Birdwatching, Local Nature Reserve, Moorhen, nature, photography, River, River Great Ouse, Summer, swan
I work in a building on the riverbank, and if I glance through one window I get to see……
Waiting to Strike…..
Unfortunately I only had a camera phone to take the pictures. Usually I would only see one or two (not six) by the boathouse on pontoons the other side of the river.
I often get to see a heron waiting patiently ready to pounce for its lunch, when I go for mine.
As well as Swans and the Canada geese…..
Others too……. like to frequent the river
And then Homeward Bound…..
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You can forget how quickly things change around you. Taking photographs helps. I have literally thousands – most however have gone into to that it was the 70s, 80s or 90s era etc. And was that photo taken on the first trip to the Zoo or the 15th?
However digital cameras have changed that in as much as it is easier to record when a photograph is taken.
I took this photo of the rainbow over the river, with the Sun reflecting off the windows of the building.
Then awhile later I took these, slightly different angles, where you can see that the building is now wrapped, ready for demolition.
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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