Tiny dramas
I’d been planning to go out in search of photos today, but in the event I spent several hours grovelling around in the flower beds, recording the tiny dramas I found going on there. I can’t abide human soap operas, … Continued
Confrontation
I can’t decide whether this reminds me more of a lion gazing at a herd of wildebeest, or the confrontation between the Fellowship of the Ring and the Balrog in the Mines of Moria. If there’s one thing we’re all … Continued
Silk button gall
Honestly – the gall of it… It was another fairly gloomy day, and not especially conducive to photography, but I was raging to get out of The Trench, and on discovering that Coughton Court was open (which it’s avoided being … Continued
What to choose…?
When a boy has mastered crawling, the world is his toy basket. And for his ancient grandparents, watching him crawl over to his toy basket and kneel up to choose something to play with provided a happy interlude, as they … Continued
