Bees are harder to photograph than you might think (I’ve written that before – I know). Perhaps informed by Disney and their slightly chubby appearance, I tended to think of them as rather leisurely, but as I tried to follow their movements, I came to realise how purposeful they are: every movement they make is for gathering nectar or moving on to the next flower. They are tireless. And they work without anyone directing them, although I know they do an intricate dance back at the hive to tell other bees where there is nectar.
I don’t think I would be a good bee, but I admire them.
Back in the mists of time, my favourite way to spend a day, was wandering around London. I found this in Bloomsbury, an area of central London near the British Museum. There are lots of small offices connected with the media and adertising – and I saw this card by the entrace to one of them. Looking at it, I’m wondering whether it fell deiberately or by mistake!
As I remember it, I took this photo not long after I arrived in El Salvador.
In the “wet” season, it rains every afternoon – usually at about 4pm. Usually, being the operative word, because sometimes – like when you have work to do or places to go – it comes down early. The rain clouds seem to roll down from above San Salvador (a big volcano as well as the capitol of the country) and then you can see everyone speed up what they are doing so that they can be indoors when the rain falls: workmen pack their tools, livestock get undercover and old women move with remarkable pace, all glancing over their shoulders at the volcano as they go.
I have lost count the number of times I got soaked, sometimes I ended up buying a new shirt when I got to destination, but everytime, I got wet to the point where water would stream off me when I got undercover.
But, soon after the “dry” season begins in November, you find yourself missing the rain. The lush, green landscape slowly goes yellow and everything gets a layer of dust on it. Until March, when it starts all over again!
I took this with my Minolta X1, which was hopeless for anything that moved, but here, that wasn’t a problem!
Although I am scared of heights, I like going up tall buildings. Whenever I visit a new city, I’ll search for a tall building to look at it from.
But I’ve never been up The Shard. So I couldn’t say whether it was worth the entry fee. In a slightly connected way, I can recommend St Paul’s Cathedral – there is a whole post I could do about that! As an aside, my favourite view of London is from Parliament Hill.
It feels a bit poignent, because I took this early last year before the lockdown.
“I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky…”
Sorry, I thought I would start with a bit of John Masefield. 🙂
This photo is only a couple of weeks old, but the now weather has shifted from “sort-of-summer” to “definitely summer”. So it is long gone (although it isn’t).
When I lived here 40 years ago, I was always disappointed that the sea looked green rather than the blue you see in films. And I wished the shingle was sand. But now, I’m glad that it isn’t: the green is rather pleasing and the waves hiss when they strike the pebbles!
I live in a rural area, so when I go for a walk, I usually see trees and animals, rather than buildings and people. And I tend to find myself photographing the same things, over and over – the memorial tree which I posted before is a case in point. But sometimes, if i’m lucky, I see something different. I was walking along the edge of this field, when I saw this deer looking back at me. I was sure that she would just bolt away, but no, she just stared at me. So I dug out my phone and took some photos. And then, something moved next to her and I realised – she had a fawn with her!
I’m sorry the quality isn’t great, but it was getting dark, I was using a phone and the deer was 30 feet away (I think). So, perhaps instead of wishing I had a better camera with me, I should just be glad that the deer let me see them at all.
I found this graffiti cat outside the flat where I lived in Wokingham (Berkshire, UK). At the time, as you can see, I took a photo of it – but didn’t really think any more about it. But then I read this news story on the bbc website about this street artist – Catsy, who it turns out does his work in – Wokingham. Well at least now, the mystery is over!