Stretched

This opulent chrome grille belongs to a stretched limo based on a Hummer chassis. As vehicles go it fits well into the obscene category. However it does present some interesting possibilities for reflection shots.

The End of Autumn

The winter solstice is now galloping towards us. The brooms and rakes have been stored away, the boats slumber at their moorings and Pershore Abbey stands proud in the distance, ready to burst forth with choral offerings in the festive season.

 

Now I'm going out to give myself a good kicking for writing such codswallop!

Light Snow

The newspapers of the popular press (and some of their classier competitors) have been stirring up the populace with talk of the impending arrival of the most severe winter in living history. As if to give some credibililty to their Jeremiahesque posturing, light snow arrived in the Vale of Evesham this afternoon, dissuading me from venturing forth on my bicycle. Senility may be just around the corner but it has not yet arrived.

Shadow of a Lock

It's a sad reflection on our society that in many parts of the country, if you don't secure something, it will disappear. This shadowy device was in place to deter the light-fingered from removing a bird table from outside a shop in Evesham. If the reports in the local paper week-by-week of thefts, burglaries and break-ins in the Vale of Evesham are any guide, it was a wise move.

Window Shopping

The attractive town of Kirkby Lonsdale in Cumbria has any number of shops selling the sort of objects that are visually stimulating but functionally moribund - scented candles, crystal balls, aromatherapeutic oils, throws and other non-essentials. However on the corner of the market place, shining like a beacon in the night, is a shop whose stock is quite the opposite. It addresses every sense (including hearing as I can't resist crunching a humbug) with its wealth of colour, taste and suckability.

The Everlasting Magic Hour

Over one of our occasional fry-ups at Sugar & Spice in Pershore this morning, Peter and I fell to discussing the way that, given a bit of sun and the approach of the midwinter solstice, the 'magic hour' seems to last all day.

Possibly this pair of pictures I took in Arnside, Lancashire, yesterday, illustrate the point. Both were taken at about one-o'clock. What they don't show is the biting north wind sweeping across this arm of Morecombe Bay down from the mountains of the Lake District. Not photography for wimps.

The Child In Us All

I've been unable to access my journal for the last few days so I've got a bit of a backlog (or is it a backblog?). Here's another entry for this week.

Out on our fog-bound walk, Monica came across a water-trough covered in thick ice. Within seconds she was stabbing away at it with her walking pole. a look of delight on her face.

I wish I'd got there first.