Tag Archives: Inspiration

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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Just another Day

For a walk around a Local Nature Reserve (LNR)

No visitor centres, no other people. Just Nature!

Alas no sounds of yellow-hammers singing about bread and no cheese.
Just the alarm calls of the pheasants and other ground nesting birds as I ventured too close to them on my walk.

It the distance I could hear……….. the roar of a train as it hurtled along the tracks.

In seconds it was gone.

Peace at last

After along walk around the meadow (always following the paths laid out)

I returned to my starting point, collecting only memories and photos.

 

A Walk on the Wildside

This weekend I took a short walk along a country road.

As the cars whizzed by I took the time to look around me, to see what is missed when you travel by car.

Keeping Cool

I could watch a heron fishing all day.  They have so much patience.

and then in a flash

They take flight

A Long Sunday Walk

Today I embarked on a long Sunday morning walk, before it got too hot!
My walk took me along a bridleway, and after a few minutes the sound of traffic  with the sound of birdsong.

Butterflies flitted from flower to flower, bees buzzed.

Horses grazed in their field

and as I looked across the fields

 

I spied this little chap

The ground is still very dry as the heatwave continues.

All in all a pleasant Sunday morning walk, meeting a few dog walkers, and the constant sound of yellowhammers  singing in the distance.

 

 

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.

 

Sunday

It’s Sunday. Growing up in my household,  it was always the day when not much happened. It was the day when cars were washed (by hand) Usually by me to earn a little bit of extra pocket-money. Newsagents opened for a few hours. Definitely closed by 1pm. Teenagers worked on their bicycles or if they were old enough on their first car.  You could smell the roast dinners cooking in each household.  One of our neighbours would always pass over the fence the chicken giblets for our cats to eat (we had three)
One of our cats loved cooked chicken so much so she would sit down in front of the oven as it cooked!

Once lunch was finished, the afternoon was usually the time for a trip around garden centres and DIY stores.  I never really enjoyed these trips as a youngster as I suffered with hay-fever and was allergic to a lot of things contained within them.  We often would go out for a ‘drive’ to nowhere in particular.

I wasn’t to know that years later these little trips around Bedfordshire would be a great help in my working life right up to the present.

One of the places we would go to was right on our door step so to speak. Bedford River. The Great Ouse.

The view from ‘The County Bridge’ better known as Prebend Street Bridge.
The view facing the Town Bridge

The view of the Town Bridge from the opposite direction

John Bunyan boat cruising on the river.

 

A classic shot of the suspension bridge