There’s something so satisfying about the fresh-air smell of washing dried outside on a washing line – it’s something I truly miss living as I do in London, in an upstairs flat with no garden or outside space for drying clothes. So while looking after my elderly parents in the North of Scotland recently I really enjoyed the sensation again, and it certainly made me smile.
And I was out really early in the day with this load, the winter sun is still quite low on the horizon so the hanging clothes were sillhouetted beautifully and I couldn’t resist capturing the contrast 🙂
The kitchen window in my mum and dad’s house looks out over an everyday Scottish rural landscape of arable farm fields. It’s a view I rarely paid much attention to while growing up in the very same house, but over the last few weeks as I’ve stood there washing the dishes several times a day I’ve really learned to appreciate it’s subtle nuances…
Although in some ways it’s always very much the same rectangular framed view, I’ve found it also varies a lot depending on the time of day and the weather and of course the working needs of the farm… so here you can see variations of one Scottish farm field captured over three weeks in winter.
It just so happened that the field was ploughed while I was there, so I took the opportunity to record that event for posterity too – but I think that’s probably for another post all of its own…
By the way as ever it rained quite a lot too while I was there, but to be honest the dull, dark, grey version of the miserably wet landscape simply didn’t inspire me to record it! 🙂
Count your garden by the flowers Never by the leaves that fall Count your days by golden hours Don't remember clouds at all Count your nights by stars not shadows Count your life with smiles not tears And with joy through all your journeys Count your age by friends not years ❤
I’ve been reading all sorts of different bits and pieces of random stuff at my parents’ house over the last few weeks. Apparently this little verse was remembered from an old calendar by one of the contributors to a little pamphlet titled ‘Evergreen Memories’ about elderly resident’s memories of living in the old fishing village of Ardersier on the North East coast of Scotland (where I brought my kids up). The sweet sentiment of the verse caught my attention and I copied it down to keep, so have decided to share it for Chris and Cee’s Pick Me Up for today 🙂
Travelling up from London to Scotland on the Caledonian Sleeper at the end of last month I awoke to find myself in the very last carriage of the train, so although it was still quite early in the morning so not fully daylight I was nevertheless able to take a few shots out of the grubby back window in the closed-over door that normally sits open between the carriages.
I only had my phone camera with me, but I did my best! Although they look monochrome, they are actually full colour – but what I really love most is the way the speed of the train rattling through the wintery Scottish landscape has successfully captured the motion blur at the edges of each shot, perfect contenders for Debbie’s One Word Sunday today on the topic of Movement 🙂
While out for a winter woodland walk in Inverness last week, I took a few shots of a fast-flowing stream (or a burn, as we call it in Scotland – this one is the Holm Burn). It looked so lovely from where I stood looking down from the little low bridge crossing over it I thought it might be fun to try an impromptu motion blur effect with a slow-ish shutter speed, but I didn’t find it as easy as I’d thought…
I had no tripod with me (as I was just out for an everyday walk) so everything was taken hand-held, with the helpful support of the bridge structure itself. The first ‘ordinary’ shot was taken at f5, 1/50 sec, and the second ‘motion blur’ shot at f14, 1/5 sec – but trying to keep the camera steady for even that short period of time was surprisingly hard, especially in the freezing cold weather.
I took several different shots, trying several different settings, but this was probably the best of the lot – finding that fine line between motion blur and camera shake was a frustrating blend of trial and error – and without a tripod I’ve found it’s all a lot harder than it looks 🙂