Forest Centre Walk

My elder Daughter Catherine pays me a visit, and we take a walk in the Forest of Marston Vale, I use the opportunity to note the advance of the season, taking photographs of the blossom, and other incidentals that caught my eye; the trip was very short as Catherine could only spend a short time before heading back to Cambridge, but however short it is always very welcome, and I love and cherish every moment, however brief – now  that the Vaccination programme is well under way, I am hoping family life can return to some semblance of normality.

                Breathing fresh air and being outside is vital, and I feel blessed in being able to be in the open with a camera and lenses to capture whatever I can that is pleasing and interesting, and hope it is of interest to others; those who follow what I have written and experienced in the Great Outdoors – it has been satisfying to note just how many visitors view what I have put up in the galleries over the last week, I hope that is providing others who may well be more constrained than me, the chance to share in what I have seen and recorded.

                This is especially heartening considering that the content has not been as varied or as exciting as when say, the sailors have been out windsurfing on Brogborough Lake. Purely from my perspective, it ensures I keep learning how to get the most of the new camera body, which has allowed me to shoot unencumbered with a heavy tripod.

                This specific afternoon I had only the monopod for added stability, and the Canon EOS R6 body is able to provide improved images from my existing range of lenses and, for Sporting activity, a faster burst rate, so this recent investment I made in that Canon body has definitely been a good move. Being greedy, I would still like to have more sunshine however! All this afternoon’s images were taken with the 24-70mm, and its handy Macro facility when needed.

Brogborough Lake and Beyond

                I decided that I might take a wander around the lake at Brogborough, what I had not expected just how heavy going it would be. Sadly, because I had not anticipated just how waterlogged the grass would be, I was ill-prepared, so I tended to attempt to find large tough grass clumps or fresh areas of longer grass, which meant my path was somewhat longer and a tad circuitous than when the going is dry. The main, normal path was muddy and puddled, so I tended to keep diverting to areas either side of the main path, thus making progress slow.

On this occasion, I had travelled light and did not have a long lens,  and this decision was based upon my last visit when 100mm at the long end was more than adequate as there were very few birds on the lake, so when a swan took off heading for its mate, the distance was rather too great, but I persevered! At one stage I was close to the shore and got some shots that captured the clear water and the ripples on the surface.

The rainfall this year is having a marked effect on the collapse of the high bank, which is having a marked effect on reducing the width of the path in places. Before moving to another nearby location, the allotments on the corner with the road to the village, I took a look into the roadside bushes, and spotted an odd pile of evenly cut twigs, which I found puzzling. Opposite the junction beyond the lake entrance, there is a small space devoted to a range of varied plants and flowers, which absorbed me for a while before calling it a day, and driving back.

Spring Flowers

                 This gallery of images were taken before the previously most recent group I had taken, but that was during the time I was experiencing problems getting my photo galleries up to the Web, which I am  hoping is now behind me. At least I had taken the pictures when the crocuses were open, and so I am relieved that I am now getting the gallery to see the light of day. It is really pleasing to know that I had captured this stage in the brief life of these fragile flowers.

                 There are two pages of images, yet the descriptive text is a mere two paragraphs, but hopefully the images tell their own story, so I hope this assumption is acceptable and understood, especially as the wind has left few of these fragile flowers standing. The Daffodils with their stronger stems have survived somewhat better. The pictures tell their own story, needing no further description from me.

The Joy of Clouds

                This afternoon’s images are mainly of Clouds — their shapes never fail to hold my interest, and over the years have always added their touches to scenes that come alive and become even more memorable. Blue skies are always enhanced by the addition of Clouds’ power and often, gentle wisps; the random strokes of Nature’s paintbrushes.

               I have watched the soaring of Red Kites in their eddies, with only an occasional gentle flick of a wing to delight in the freedom of the skies, and am convinced they are simply doing this for the sheer joy it gives. There are specific patterns that Clouds form, and can be categorised, but each have their random variations that are pure art, an embellishment to Science, and Individuality. 

               I have no ability to create such beauty with a paintbrush, but feel it a privilege to use a camera to record what I saw, as Beauty. Throughout all the multitude of galleries of pictures I have prepared, there are numerous random additions of Clouds; they have no more purpose than for me to have relished their presence, and recorded this pleasure for others to share.

               I hope these images are able to give others the joy I feel when I come across them whilst out with my cameras.

A Single Afternoon – Two Locations

Early on on this particular day, I had made a destination decision to visit a stretch of the River Great Ouse, north of Bedford but, as on many such occasions, just short of the planned point, I had somehow taken a wrong turn, and found myself in a familiar village, and surrendered to Serendipity! I had no desire to waste even more of my day trying to find my way elsewhere, as I felt perhaps that Destiny had intervened because I could certainly find satisfying images here.

I had parked my car briefly, opposite the splendid building with a central Clocktower, to take a couple of shots that would anchor the subsequent gallery of images from this village location. It was but a short distance to drive and to where I intended to take further shots — Mill Lane, where I took advantage of the the wide neck of the lane’s junction — with ample space for other vehicles to pass with ease, and put the EOS R6 which had the Sigma 150-600mm already attached onto my lightweight Giottos tripod, locked up and took a stroll down the lane. There were several clusters of various plants and flowers alongside the lane, so progress down the lane was at a very slow and leisurely pace.

I covered the distance to the swing gate that opened to a wider grassy swarm, but on this occasion, I saw no purpose in venturing further and having to encounter the mud within the gate. I have noted in the past that though the return trip is faster, there are still pictures to be found from the altered viewpoint. I encountered no other people until I reached the bottom of the road uphill, when I spoke to a lady by her private drive.

On the return trip, I was close to Milton Ernest, so I called into River Road, where I met up with a man who was hard at work digging the stream deeper to improve the flow into the river and thereby, the road from flooding before reaching the river. I felt his valiant efforts deserved recording within the gallery, as well as the geese calling out presumably in praise of his stalwart work.

By Bromham Mill & River

  I head for a walk alongside the River Great Ouse, by the bridge on the Bromham side. Whereas the majority of the walkers keep to the path in the open, I choose the path close by the river, and often by the river bank itself. I come upon a lone man relaxing on a seat in the shade, who I learn is an Angler from our conversation, so I question him as to where there might be chances of spotting Kingfishers. It was from this spot I take a few shots of the Bridge and the rushing water beneath its several arches. Once again, I see signs of Spring in the blossom, and the tail end of Autumn in the Thistle heads by the bank.

I hear the sound of a high-revving engine on the nearby boating lake and catch sight of a high speed powerboat as it makes two end to end trips down the lake. My walk along the river was not very fruitful overall, but it did have variety! I retraced my steps encountering little of interest. I then crossed the bridge, frequently taking advantage of the triangular recesses, with occasional bursts of increased speed to seek their sanctuary.

Once at the other end of the bridge, I ventured into the lawn on the opposing side of the road, by the Mill, and crossing the lawn, came to the riverbank where a couple of swans were feeding from the shallows close by the reeds. Trying to get an uninterrupted view meant waiting till the pair moved past the intervening reeds. It was after that that two young mothers with their children approached, and one asked whether I knew one of her friends, but I had to reply negatively, but the one who had asked, happily took a photo of my business card such that later she might view some of the day’s images.

I continued shooting in that location for a while longer before moving back to the long bridge, the sky had become noticeably darker with the low angle of the sun brought wonderfully dramatic lighting the scenes of the river on the opposite side of the road to where my car was parked, and I duly took advantage of the river and fields and wood scenes that now presented themselves to my delight! I then duly packed my camera and tripod into the car and headed back home, with a fairly varied set of images from my afternoon out, and a happy heart.

Life on and by a Bedford lake

                I decided to visit a specific spot on the River Great Ouse where I park close by a Food store and Car Dealership that is a short distance from the river, with generally rich pickings for photography and my luck was in as, soon after walking a short distance along the path and with my camera set up on my lightweight tripod, A canoeist paddles by with an attractive sheet of water streaming from his paddle down to the surface. To be graced with such luck upon my arrival was a delight and not long after another landed equally nearby.

               The rest of that afternoon the subjects for my lens were aquatic birds, with some interesting interactions amongst some Mallard — a particular female with two male suitors, with what I felt was seemingly the chosen one in close, clearly more appreciated, but who felt that having a standby in reserve was a sensible precaution! The trio remained near for much of my time there, and it soon became clear that the more dominant male had sufficient confidence to remain unfazed by the opposition, but nevertheless with no malice or aggression shown to the rival. The status quo seemed to be acceptable for the present; though I suspect the time is not yet ripe!

               This afternoon, I had no need to venture very far for subjects of interest, but there were no unusual subjects amongst those I captured, so it was behaviours that claimed my attention, with the occasional challenge of birds on the wing to ensure my co-ordination was exercised. This camera certainly justified my decision for its purchase, as I was pleased by the improved burst speed, which had a marked improvement on the success rate I was able to achieve with my current lenses, which was particularly noticeable with my very light Tamron long telephoto zoom, which was much lighter than my Sigma.

               The significance of that is that the added weight of the Sigma makes a heavy and sturdy tripod absolutely essential. During the last few months taking a heavy tripod and a heavy tripod attracts opprobrium under the current situation and I have no intention of drawing untoward attention by something considered professional, and the combination of the lighter lens and new body gives impressive results with far less effort even under poor lighting conditions. The tripod is not my most sturdy, but it provides enough stability most of the time, and far better than hand holding it.

               I really enjoyed being outside, in sunshine and getting exercise and fresh air, which keeps some of my sanity.

Visit to Oakley & River

                My visit to Oakley was frustratingly short on images due to a long cloud that obscured the much-needed sunshine I had needed to capture the scenes before me. On this trip I was using my Canon R6 with my earlier lightweight Sigma 60-600mm on my lightest tripod.

               The river was high still, but the walk in the fields alongside was reasonably easy going, and on my arrival I anticipated I would have uninterrupted warm sunshine. I should have taken more notice of one particular cloud, as it was wide and just high enough in the gentle breeze to rob me of that sunlight for many minutes. I therefore left the camera inr of  position for that shot in the hopefully short wait for the cloud’s passing, and walked around seeking further viewpoints for when its return allowed me to resume Normal Service!

               During this forced interlude, the only other people sharing this open space were two young women seated chatting at the small table and seats. Eventually the cloud finally cleared the sun, and allowed its rays to capture some shots of the church through the leafless screen of trees. I altered my views to reveal more of the church and to capture the river with the tall weeping Willow, and also the cluster of more distant fine weather clouds beyond the river.

               As I was beginning to gather my gear for my return to the car, I saw a man very obviously heading directly towards me, as he came close enough for conversation he greeted me with: “I believe we have met before when you have been out with your camera…” He continued that he was not absolutely sure until he was closer, and he recalled the location, and I was able to confirm that I remembered the spot, and complimented his recall of the occasion, which was likely around a decade earlier! We continued in conversation and as I had only a single card on me, I suggested he take a shot on his phone so that later he could view the few shots from the day’s visit. We parted once at the road, for him to complete his walk across the fields and for me to return to the car and head for home.

               My afternoon was once again to succumb to Serendipity, for I realised I was close enough to visit a friend at Milton Ernest, so I headed that way; it was there whilst enjoying a cup of tea with a lady whose house is at the end of a road that leads to the River Great Ouse, that she showed me a bottle she had converted to a lamp which rounds off the accompanying gallery of the day’s images.

Briefest Forest Visit

            I set off to drive to a woodland destination with the desire to use the warm pale sunshine to capture the first signs of our next season, to reach my intended destination, but due to the stress of recent issues, I took the wrong exit from the second roundabout I encountered and then rather than find a way to correct my mistake, I took the serendipitous decision to continue in the hope it might prove to offer new and different opportunities for photographs.

            However, after encountering no obvious spots to park with prospects of interesting vistas, or woodland walks, a roundabout offered the renewed chance to view my return trip from the opposite viewpoint, and take the intended road with somewhat less time for my potential photography. I had ordered a new high capacity hard drive, which was scheduled for delivery in a projected one hour’s time.

            The very first potential image was the view of a distant tree’s fungal growth framed by the crook of a nearby tree branch and trunk — the colourful growth gave my view the appearance of a one-eyed horse’s head. These forms I frequently encounter whilst I am outside with a camera, and though some may be more immediately recognised by others, many may be more obtuse, or simply appeal to my sense of the bizarre.

            On this occasion when viewed in retrospect, it seemed at least to me, to be a pointer to the image I was later to mention which I posted with just this single image! There was a danger that since that Blog entry contained no link to any gallery of images, it had the potential to confuse any regular reader. But, since my encounter with two charming ladies in this truncated trip, I had taken a picture as they both headed towards me, and I had offered my card to be copied to the walking lady that she might see what I had captured. This narrative therefore covers the other images I managed in this somewhat curtailed trip. Since I have not ridden a horse since my early twenties, in that earlier image failed to spot my bloomer but having learned the errors of my ways, I have chosen by headlining the finally created narrative with an improved image.

            On my return from the woods, it was not long before I was able to unpack the weighty disk drive and start to add this gallery and its images, and then start the catch up process of filling in the gap with several of the earlier image galleries and their narratives. sadly their their true chronology is lost.

            

Brief Woodland Walk – Gallery Later

               On this warm, late February afternoon, I needed to de-stress, as currently I have been having difficulties putting up galleries of images, so I decided to take a walk in the nearby woods, but I took a wrong turning, and because the purpose of my trip out was to relax, I decided to live with the route I had taken, and simply followed its general direction, until I realised that despite the passing scenes were not unpleasing to the eye, they provided little reason to stop, and also few possibilities of parking, so upon reaching a roundabout, I simply used it to retrace my route and have a lesser time outdoors than had been the original plan.

               For those visitors more familiar with this blog, the headline text would normally provide the means to reach a gallery of varying numbers of thumbnail images, that when clicked would enlarge to more fill the page. However, on this occasion I am only providing this single image because I am foregoing quantity on this occasion, until I can completely resolve the issues that have prevented their being published for the last month or so.

               By the time I arrived at the intended car park, I was almost out of time to be at my house for delivery of a large capacity hard drive which I am hoping will resolve my computer problems, which I believe stem from running out of space.

               I did succeed in taking more than this single image, but I found it pleasing to the eye, and since the subjects did not appear to mind my capturing it, I felt obliged to at least put this image alone  up in the meantime. It also means for those who follow my work there is something to keep their interest from waning!

To paraphrase earlier TV announcements this wording springs to mind: "Normal Service will be resumed as soon as possible."

Fowlmere Visit with Catherine

Catherine and I met up close to the woods at Fowlmere; a destination she had suggested that was equally distant from both of us, and she had some software on her phone that gave her an indication of my location. So it was unsurprising that we soon met up!

The day was not cold, but the light was dull, but I was still able to capture some colour, and the amount of rainfall certainly favoured greens! The season contributed deep reds, and golden browns; and rotting tree trunks and rippling waters of the stream gave texture. So, despite the lack of sunlight, colour was still evident, and I did my best to bring this out in the images that appear in the gallery.

This all took place some time back, due to my inability to publish the gallery of images taken over the period, but with help provided by Tim, my son-in-law, I am trying to slowly bring these galleries out of their forced darkness, but in many instances, the narrative story surrounding these photos is lost in the gloom of my failing memory as a direct result of my isolation from human contact at this time. I hope that the images themselves give some pleasure to those who visit my blog and the galleries I create, as I wander the woods, fields, rivers and lakes that I visit with my camera to capture the beauty and activity, as I exercise my eyes and brain to keep sane.

Emergency Service Training Afternoon

               On this occasion, I apologise to all readers of this Blog; 'Normality' currently does not seem to be part of my vocabulary.

               The gallery of images relating to this trip out to a park in Bedford covers the pure serendipity of my coming across a fascinating Rescue training exercise taking place along a section of river devoted normally for canoes and kayaks.

               The gallery of images of a dozen brave souls, kitted for the afternoon in full wetsuits was not my intended goal; fortunately my chosen camera gear was able to perform satisfactorily to cover the action. I apologise in advance for the delay in publication, but despite my current limitations the gallery will have to tell its own story, whilst I return to try and get the ten or so Galleries that I have been unable to put up on this blog for a month. (NB. Clicking the Images above the Narrative only enlarges those – Clicking the Headline Text finds the Gallery).

Minor Update News…

          Thanks to the kind and continuing support from Francis Newman; my generous host for this blog, and additional help from my son in law, Tim Howarth, they helped me to get one gallery and associated narrative up; it appears below the recent text-only pleas for guidance, with its originally intended publication date. Hopefully, I will be able to put up some of the others that failed over the coming days — should it snow however, and be graced with some sunshine, I will prefer to be back out with my camera!

Update 14 / 15th January… (message only — Don’t click This Headline, if you do, just click the back arrow)

           Hello to all those who are still looking at this blog, I am grateful for your persistence, I am heartwarmed that the blog is still being visited despite this hiccough in my ability to actually get any pictures up currently.

           I hope that I can somehow get my output of photos back for all of you loyal visitors. Currently, I am stuck trying to get this sorted, so, if any of you have the expertise to help me get up and running, I will be eternally grateful. Especially, as for every day that passes and the weather allows me to venture out, and take yet more pictures, the situation is adding to a back up of galleries that remain unpublished, and my frustration grows. Since I live in isolation, the inability to resolve the situation is causing me acute frustration, and so far despite generous help from my kind Web host, we have yet to regain the link.

           Setting myself targets during this period of isolation, is an essential strategy for me to exercise my brain and to avoid stagnation. I think it is this need to keep capturing images which has been with me from when I was at Technical College after leaving school, through my five years in the RAF, till I trained at the Elephant and Castle and Regent Street Polytechnic in photography and started full time with a photographic studio in Hatton Garden, I have never lost my enthusiasm to take photographs. Many of my colleagues have had careers as photographers, yet only as a job, for me it is my life, and I am lucky to have several friends who feel the same, and there is a stronger bond with them. I know many people might find some subjects I capture strange or unusual, and sometimes, that was the reason!  I remember a film titled: ‘I am a Camera’ and although the full plot now escapes me, I often feel that sobriquet has resonance personally, in that my tastes are definitively catholic with a small c.

           There is a Search box on the page that I often suggest to those wondering about what I capture, and due to the way it works can be bizarre on occasion, but if some subject comes to mind, give it a try, it can be sometimes direct, at others obtuse, so for variety, you could enter: Scotland, concert, Digicluster, kite, butterfly, windsurfer, London, Clerkenwell, cars, clouds, Kingfisher, Grebe, Stockwood…

Happy Christmas to all or any Readers of this Blog

          Keep Safe, Healthy, Optimistic and, try to be Happy. I hope at least this entry will see the light of day, but I have made several forays into fresh air and taken photos but, currently am unable to publish them, which some visitors might have spotted, as one narrative has been put up and taken down several times as I have been unable to make a successful link to its picture gallery.

          Onwards and Upwards! All the Very Best Wishes for the Future, unfortunately I have yet to fully resolve my issues involving my inability to add new galleries, and there are now several waiting to see the light of day, and since I have taken delivery of the EOS R6 body and begun shooting with it; it promises to   offer improved burst rates, and in particular today, Christmas Day, we had a splendid sunset whilst my elder daughter and I took a late walk across the fields for some exercise and fresh air.

          Overall it promises faster burst rates for coverage of wind- and kite- surfers on Brogborough Lake, and would seem to offer advantages for my bird photography too. However, in order to obtain these gains I need to spend some time trying to make these operations simple, and second nature; some presently, involve two steps, whereas I need reduce these to a single operation. By way of example, if I swiftly wish to alter the focus area, I have to first ensure the setting is live, then make the change, then take the shot, I need the repositioning to be ‘live’ such that once altered I am ready to shoot.

          Already, I am highly impressed with the low light sensitivity and how fast it achieves focus under such circumstances, so I can see myself taking advantage of the promised forecast for Sunday.