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Flooded Field

Flooded Field

January 15, 2016 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Floodwater 4

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January 11, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Floodwater 1

flood 1

January 11, 2015 Posted by | Painting, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Spuggies

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A couple of days ago the wind knocked down a whole row of runner beans, so that’s that for this year. I spent the whole of this morning collecting the edible beans and throwing the overgrown, thick-skinned beans into the compost. From Friday afternoon until Saturday afternoon, after the driest September on record, it rained and rained non-stop.  On Friday I took the sheets down  from the naval line (high overhead – the washing goes on a kind of rigging) and could hardly carry them back to the house, they were so wet. My husband went out to put on his walking boots, and whilst everything around him in the shed was apparently dry, one boot was full of water.  This boot is still sitting under the radiator stuffed with kitchen towel.  I was thinking of using the hair dryer, but vaguely remember fusing a hair-dryer putting it too far down into a boot – I was, in the past, given to boots with holes in them.  Tip: if you apply any kind of sticky tape or plaster as a temporary boot-dressing, put it on the inside.  Obvious, really.  Anyway, the green by Penitent’s Walk was flooded and impassible by foot, probably there will be ducks swimming over the grass.  If there is any more rain the road over the small bridge will be blocked.  There are sparrows galore round the bird table, and collared doves, and I saw a robin on the compost bin watching me cull the beans. Soon the finches will be back for sustenance. Goodbye. Indian Summer.  Hail, wet and muddy autumn.

 

October 5, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Snowdrops and Driftwood

Snowdrops and Driftwood

Great chunks of trees have been hurled on to the banks of the Tweed by recent flooding, but the snowdrops seem to be flourishing in their lee.

February 4, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Single Straying Swan

For Christmas I was given a new camera, all singing all dancing, of course I haven’t mastered the half of it yet.  I have  the correct memory card, a fancy new strap, the instructions on CD (not yet gone through, apart from the opening pages, I am going at this nice and slow) – and nervousness. Technophobe, c’est moi – up to a point –   I do take a delight when something is understood, leaving aside any sense of mastery;  but I am terrified of pushing the wrong button, pushing another button too hard, ruining things.  In the long run, practice, and reading the instructions slowly and with attention, does help.  Anyway, this lovely camera has a good zoom lens (ZOOM ZOOM) so this afternoon, on a damp winter’s day I decided to just stroll round and see what I could see.  An obliging swan had sailed, probably sideways, up the branch off the Tweed which is the River Leet, and this singular swan was just swimming around in what was something between the Leet and overflow sludge.  It seemed quite unruffled and paid no notice of me as I tried out the zoom lens on my swimming target. In the end I continued my walk, right round the open spaces of the Lees, I didn’t mean to go far, but by the time I had gone far enough it was as well to continue as to go  back.  No weather for any more photographs. The rain began to fall, the wind practically pushed me sideways, I noticed that a couple of big branches had come down from my favourite tree on the edge of the big fields. Wind so high I had to take off the possum hat to prevent it blowing into the Tweed. The trees ahead “a chocolate mist” as described by a Victorian poet, either Coleridge or Swinburne (I think) – always think of that in winter, in the countryside. The fishing hut was all locked up, with padlocked shutters.  There was a big red notice  fastened on a nearby tree, instructions to keep dogs on a lead as rat poison had been laid nearby. Coming back past Lees House saw that someone had carved the image of a fish into the stump of a hewn tree.  When I got back home I managed to extract the memory card and put it into the computer.  A small pause, then hello, instructions to put pictures on to the computer.  A good day’s work… what fun I will have….what larks, Pip…..

January 7, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Waterlogged IV

waterlogged 4

January 2, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Waterlogged III

waterlogged 3

January 2, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Waterlogged II

waterlogged 2

January 2, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Waterlogged I

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January 2, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

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