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Catkins 2

catkins2

February 24, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Catkins 1

catkins1

February 24, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Light on the River

lightonriver

February 18, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Frog at the Glass 2

FrogAt first we thought this was the resident toad, who makes an appearance once a year or so, but it seems to me, from the glistening skin and the smooth back that it is probably a frog, though it is much larger than frogs I have seen before.  It was gazing at its faint reflection and didn’t seem at all bothered about being peered at.  It was so still you could only tell it was living by the gulping gestures at its throat. I think its black unblinking eye is a thing of beauty, with its goldish rim and that turquoise lid.  The little stubby front paws contrast with the great webbed feet. We left it alone, and when we came back from our walk it had disappeared, possibly back into the region of the pond, which is now unfrozen, with the first new iris leaves appearing above the dark water.

February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments

Frog at the Glass 1

afrog1

February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 4 Comments

And a Very Good Afternoon to You, Too

afrog6

February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments

Boat, Willows, Two Swans and Little Temple

Temple and Swans

February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Boat by the Willow

boatandwillow

February 16, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Vestiges

VestigesI have been telling myself this is Old Man’s Beard, but I don’t think it is fluffy enough; though maybe there was a wild clematis growing here last summer.  The buzzards were mewing today above the river, and mist was rising over the fields and hiding the Cheviots.  The heron is back on its post by the weir just down from Coldstream Bridge; I haven’t seen a heron at that spot since the autumn, though all summer it stood there, and then some yards further on there would be another heron, and then another. Young herons don’t seem to be too fazed about people, but the older ones are more canny.

aheron

aducks

February 15, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Coldstream Reflected

ColdstreamGradually, evening by evening, the light lengthens, so that now, coming back from The Tardis, I no longer need my torch to light me through the obstacle course of raised beds and trailing hosepipes, not to mention the odd wheelbarrow. Tony reads me out an article in the paper this morning about how walking x hours a day is good for almost all ills; and yes, I do that, and he does more, plus his bicycle ride in the morning. The last couple of days have been warmer, though duller, so I haven’t taken my camera out with me; but having been told of a new route across the fields to Lennel, I found the edge of a wood with some great details to photography for the picture book, and another place where a beautiful tree seemed to be blossoming against a background of bare trunks and branches – though if I went closer, it might be hung with lichen. Next decent day, I shall go out with the camera and make a few records; in the meantime, I shall look up the photographs I took when staying last May at the far edge of the Middle Marches, in Liddesdale, the heart of the old Debateable Lands, as that is the setting for the story.

February 13, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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