Friday, December 3, 2021

photographs

 

  "No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”   Virginia Woolf

 


Chelmsford River, fringed by meadowsweet, the good days of summer, spikes of yellow irises, bulrushes and that mess of green exuberance that tells of nature's bounty.  And of course, the green slime that collects on top and the baby dabchick that can just about walk on it.




The luxuriant fall of a wayward hawthorn allowed to grow treelike.  Its blossoms cascade down promising fruit for the Autumn.


Solva harbour when the tide is out.  The blackness of the rock, covered in seaweed and molluscs.

Yesterday I listened to Macfarlane's Landmarks, it is a mixture of glossaries of local words for the infinite changing landscape and chapters on writers.  Yesterday it was Roger Deakins and wild swimming.  But also he mentioned Autumn Richardson and Richard Skelton, the word Autumn passed through my mind, an instance of recognition.  But it only came to me this morning - The Last Wolf.  The story I had found in their book 'Reliquiae' in their Corbel Press

Though perhaps their offerings of prose and poems left me somewhat slightly dull of mind, but on reading a blog on Virginia Woolf once more she puts another thought down on page...... 

"the eyes of others are our prison; their thoughts our cages"


8 comments:

  1. I hope these photos brought back happy memories Thelma. I'm counting the days down to the shortest day now . . . looking forward to the joys of spring . . .

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    1. Probably better to countdown till the 21st rather than the 25th Jennie, might even be a white Xmas. Find it so cold here that sunny days are needed to brighten up my blog.

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  2. If I remember rightly, you have to walk a long way along the sand at Solva harbour to get to the end where that picture was taken.

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    1. Yes when the tide is out, I think you can just walk around to the next cove as well rather than go over the top. But there is an escape path as well up the cliff.

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  3. Virginia Woolf - my son's favourite writer. I shall try to remember that quote to say to him next time he calls.

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    1. I think Virginia Woolf is becoming my favourite feminist as well. I was going to write about Frida Kahlo who I dislike, mostly because of her self portraits but decided not to Pat.

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  4. Lovely reminders of the Spring. I'm enjoying the beautiful quality of light and the amazing sunsets we're getting at this time of year on the non grey days we get. Arilx

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    1. Wind and rain at the moment here in the valley of Caldervale Aril. The roads seem forever damp but when the sun does come out it can be pretty along the canal.

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