Monthly Archives: August 2019

I didn’t take all that many photos today, because for much of the day the light was almost non-existent and my usual subjects were camera-shy, but of those I did take I like the simplicity of this. The bee is … Continued

“What are you doing today?” said R. Being a bit tired and grumpy, I did that face-pulling, shoulder-shrugging, pffft-noise thing, but then remembered that we’d been saying for weeks that we’d make a Friday trip to Croome at some stage … Continued

It’s hard work, bouncing around the reed bed, trying to put up flies so you can hunt them, while having to break off to chase around after other dragons every few seconds. Migrant Hawkers are still emerging at Croome, interestingly, … Continued

I could have done a rinse and repeat post, after spending an hour photographing dragons flying around the reed beds by Lucy’s Mill Bridge in Stratford (and getting wet in the process, again). But this elderly and worn Banded Demoiselle … Continued

I had to take some prints into Stratford today for an upcoming camera club exhibition, and R kindly offered to drive me. Errand completed, he parked the car in Old Town and went off about his own business, while I … Continued

A quiet Bank Holiday Monday in the garden was out of the question, owing to some work the neighbours are currently doing, but it was too nice to be indoors, so I talked R into coming to Rodborough Bank with … Continued

If R and I hadn’t happened to see him fly into this yew tree, we never would have spotted him. As it was, he was so well-camouflaged that when I approached the tree I struggled to find him, and the … Continued

The Offspring were around for much of today, which gladdened their Ancient Parents’ hearts, but didn’t allow me much time for photography. It was nearly 4pm when I ventured out into stifling heat with the camera, only to find both … Continued

We enjoyed the spectacle of three Painted Ladies, a Small Tortoiseshell, and two Small Whites competing to drink from the centranthus on the front wall this afternoon, along with a side show from two stunning male Southern Hawkers, which were … Continued

R and I went up to Hillers this afternoon for coffee, and – I confess – cake, and then I left him reading in the café and went round to see what might be going on at the bird hide. … Continued