Silvery Tweed

Again, an image of the Tweed as it crosses the weir, just down from the fishing hut, past which amblers, by request, no longer walk, but take a side route, down a bank, along a faint path through some shrubs and then out the other side, to continue a walk along the river. Everything intertwines round here, small paths branch off into other small paths. The Right to Roam in Scotland is such a gift, the occasional notices directing one away from various paths are acceptable. People need their privacy, even those with large lands. If you cross the space in front of the big house, a dog starts barking furiously. Best not to draw too much attention. Certain routes were closed during the pandemic. Since then, my walking has been so constrained, just up and down and round Coldstream, scarcely venturing out into the countryside, I do not know if these routes are still closed. But the New Year has brought some small changes in behaviour, to try and mitigate the large changes brought about by the last couple of years. I am back painting in my studio. I am putting the occasional image on WordPress, and writing a few words as the fancy takes me. And I am trying to turn off the computer at a certain time each night, and read some of the books that entice me. I was reading two books at the same time the other day, and when I picked up one I thought I was reading the other, and became confused, briefly. Now it is time to do other things. Good night. Keep warm. Sleep well.

Amaryllis and Penguin

 

Amaryllis and penguin – not words that go so often together. I was given this plant for Christmas, put it in its pot, watered it, nothing happened for six weeks, then overnight there was this triffid growing several inches a day, with a multi-beaked head, and then this lovely creature, filling the February windowsill with its colour and its eight red flowers, four on each stem. A couple of leaves right at the bottom are struggling to catch up. I think the person who gave me this deserves an amaryllis card.

Patch of Sunlight 1

 

Last time I went out with my camera it was snowing, could see this by looking back at the card… The Midnight Hare has taken up my energy, but now it is at the printers, I can do no more. Yesterday I started taking photographs, and right away small images tugged at my mind. It was mostly the May sunlight on grass beside the pathway down to the River Leet, and on the water itself.

December Sunlight 1

Sunlight on the Studio Wall

My Window in the Evening

March Sunlight on the Green

Sun on an Ivy Leaf

The Signs

Light on Trees