Continue reading “Finding the Wood through the Trees”
I’ve inherited my love of gardening from very distant relatives. Assuming I am a ‘rational animal’ that is – because I have my doubts!
Continue reading “Gardening and Community”
While busily sorting two areas of my garden today I apologised out loud to a beetle scurrying around my paintbrush. You see I had disturbed his entire composting community in order to access these fences for staining and he was at a loss for where to now call home.
Continue reading “Three Trees and a Rock”
At the top I perched on the large rock for a rest and was unexpectedly hit like a ton of bricks by a thought.
Continue reading “Garden Vignettes”
When water trickles away instead of reaching the plants; and the pea straw slips down the slope and the cross-wind snaps yet another flower stalk ….
Continue reading “Gardening By Feel”
It’s intended to be an experience not a thoroughfare
Dad holds up the clean magnifying glass. I’m on the floor photographing at weird angles to try and get a decent shot. What I end up with is a caricature of his nose. Usually this would be culled from my collection – I’m not one for keeping unflattering images of people – but it gives me some idea of the distortions he sees.Continue reading “Blogged Out of 2019”
Continue reading “Now I See … a bit”
My dad has macular degeneration and is going blind. As a photographer I’m trying to understand his condition through the use of my camera.