Eating the garden
Every Friday during the summer months I cut our lawn and every week I bang my head on the branch of one tree as I try to walk underneath it. I moan and… Continue reading
Every Friday during the summer months I cut our lawn and every week I bang my head on the branch of one tree as I try to walk underneath it. I moan and… Continue reading
Life – the open fields and a combine harvester I wondered if the dust from the chaff thrown up behind a combine harvester would make attractive abstract pictures. Yeh – well I get… Continue reading
Not me! My tripod! It’s when one of the three legs of the tripod which support my camera sort of disappears into the sand as the tide comes in. “Hang your camera round… Continue reading