Splashy
R and I went to Stratford for lunch today, in belated celebration of the fact that Saturday marked the 39th anniversary of our first official ‘date’. In truth, having all the family over at various points in the weekend was … Continued
Full-body commitment
Having overdone the gardening yesterday (eeeurgh), I awarded myself an easy day today. I also wasn’t feeling the love for standing up on the Cotswold scarp waiting for the owls to perform, so I wound up going into Stratford with … Continued
Dirty duck
I’m not sure how I managed to justify a trip to Stratford with R today, given that I had enough stuff piled in my in-tray to keep me at my desk for a week, but anyway, it happened. We walked … Continued
Close call
Today’s late afternoon visit to the owl field was a triumph of experience over hope: I had good reasons for not going (not least the weather forecast, which changed several times during the day, and always for the worse), but … Continued
Up and away
I was pretty sure that it was going to be too windy for owls today, so I went churchyard birding first, just to make sure that I wasn’t under the kind of photo-less pressure I experienced last Friday afternoon. Robins, … Continued
Golden hour
“I hate contre jour shots,” I said to A, as the owl turned and flew towards us with dazzling low sun behind it. “Ooh!” he said. “I didn’t know you spoke German.” Sigh. This is the standard of photographer I … Continued
And streeeetch…
“I expect to see some frame-filling shots from you later,” said an ooling owling friend to me last week, having seen several Shorties fly straight past me from his position further along the wall. Well, I failed pretty badly that … Continued