mistywebdrops

Hope you like the titling technique... If you can't think of a good title, just take a few relevant words and smash them together (hat tip to 'Richard Osman's House of Games' Answer Smash round). Anyway, I chose to take my camera with me on one of my daily dog walks, although with low and... Continue Reading →

in praise of hawthorn

I like a gnarly old Hawthorn tree. They're a stoic kind of tree, not fussy about position and soil quality at all, seeming to just get on with doing their thing wherever they find themselves growing. Most don't end up being trees at all, just a constantly trimmed piece of a mixed hedgerow environment, so... Continue Reading →

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Just sitting here and thinking of some relevant wording to add to my pictures for this post. Don't mind me. Tell you what, I'll post the pictures for you to look at now, while I carry on and think of the angle I'm going to take for the text. As usual, you can click on... Continue Reading →

Not dead yet

I know. You have been wondering haven't you? It has been said --by me on my 'About Bear' page as it happens-- that "I do enjoy the creative outlet of my photography–it’s just more often in sporadic bursts of relative enthusiasm rather than a continuous drive."But five months, without even feeling like I want to... Continue Reading →

A bit of early abstract and abandoned

Having been looking through my orchard pictures from a few years ago, I found a couple of my earlier compositions. These appeared to focus on an old mobile unit left in one of the larger orchards, perhaps originally intended as a store or shed for use by the growers and pickers. Now, it was gradually... Continue Reading →

It doesn't snow very often in Cornwall. To relations living in a more northerly UK latitude I joke that it's because we are near the equator here, compared to them anyway. This was the second hit in a couple of weeks, the last one hung around for two or three days and we were genuinely... Continue Reading →

When the tide is out at Sandymouth, just north of Bude, the huge expanse of beach is full of little pools. Looking back towards the cliffs you can see how they are made up of layered rock just like our own at Crackington, although the rock itself is a softer type. I was lucky that... Continue Reading →

The north edge of Crackington Haven is dominated by the headland of Penkenna. When you are down walking on the beach you can see ant-like people silhouetted against the sky sometimes, walking along the footpath on the top. From sea level it looks very precarious but, although narrowing to a point and dropping steeply and... Continue Reading →

The fishing boat here is called Beeny, after the tiny hamlet of Beeny which is just a handful of miles north of Boscastle itself. It seems to be well tied up which is probably wise given the now famous flooding event at Boscastle in 2004. Beeny, or the National Trust owned coastline that stretches north... Continue Reading →

There are days down at Crackington Haven beach - and a lot of Cornwall -  when you can barely stand up as the wind is funnelled in towards you and the waves are whipped up. On the sides of the beach you may get some shelter from being in the lee of the cliffs but... Continue Reading →

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