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Wind Through the Grass

wind through the grass

July 21, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Wind Through Trees 2

Wind Through Trees 2

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

Wind ThroughTrees 1

Wind Through Trees 1

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

The Stricken Tree

thestrickentree On The Lees, a large expanse of farmland divided up into several crops, there are various markers and paths and passages between plantings that circumscribe or extend the walk one takes – the shortest walk I make has been towards a big tree growing beside the Tweed, at a spot were two paths diverge.  There is a bench there, and a fishing marker.  As I was walking towards this tree the other day I couldn’t recognise it as itself, as the shape was all wrong; and when I came up near I could see that great hunks had been torn off and were lying in a jumble beside it. The beauty of the tree was ravaged, its main trunk ragged against the bright slate winter sky. Now I notice all the blue and white and red markings on trees that show they have been condemned, and find it poignant that they should be felled.

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

October Woodland, The Hirsel Estate


For two days now there have been high winds, with flurries of rain and sunshine.  Yesterday I walked up the pathway beside the golf course which segues into the path where the pheasants have right of way. There are always birds on this path, they fuss off when I approach, really it isn’t public footpath terrain, though the pathways are quite clear to follow.  The woods are bright and showy at the same time, the ground thick with ferns. When the wind blows leaves careen down like fairy coins. When I went further into to the wood I heard the dogs barking from the lodge, and the pheasants shrieking; possibly it was my footsteps that were causing this disturbance. Later in the day there was a rainbow, briefly, above the garden; and today the winds have been howling from dawn to dusk, the clocks have gone back, I have stayed indoors, though him outdoors did the usual six mile walk, dressed for the weather, head to foot. New boots have been bought via the Internet: apparently they were supplied to the French Foreign Legion.

October 26, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Small Tree Blowing in the Wind

Cornhill Walk 2

September 28, 2014 Posted by | Art, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Water on a Dark Windy August Day

water on a dark day

August 17, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Wind in the Willow



April 13, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Windy Sky

Wind in Trees

The winds that hit North Wales at 108mph and knocked over walkers in Manchester streets, hit the Borders yesterday, somewhat reduced in ferocity, but still strong enough to prevent me being able to walk by the river on open ground.  I took off my possum hat and put it in my pocket, because it came from New Zealand and I am fond of it and didn’t want it blowing into the Tweed.  Instead of walking my usual path, I turned back. Warily watching the trees and listening for creaking, I took a short route home.  Little birds were being blown hither and thither, and even blackbirds were being blown sideways by the wind.  Little bursts of leaves whirled up from the ground like larks do Victorian novels and still do on Alderney,  but then fell back. At the same time the landscape remained calm, though clouds were being blown fast against the blue.  The word “scudding” came to mind.



February 14, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

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

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