Nature is a wonderful thing

Whilst posting a letter one morning I noticed two bees lying on the floor. The weather has been a little unpredictable lately, one moment it’s blue skies the next it’s pouring with rain. It’s the time of year that these little hard workers are out doing their jobs. Unfortunately for them they get tired very easily and just like us need to stop and take a break. These two little individuals were in a very dangerous place, on the footpath, they could have been squashed. I picked them both up and put them inside the house to warm up and gave them some sugary water and some tangerine. One of them was so exhausted I didn’t think it was going to make it. But she was a fighter and immediately perked up after a nice rest and a little drink. She flew off to continue with its daily routine and the second one well She wanted to stay around and enjoy the tangerine a little more. Nature is helping me to get better so I’m making sure I play my part of the deal and help nature too. Watching these two little ones just lying there wasn’t nice, to see them both perk up after a nice rest was good.

The Art of Fly Fishing

For one of my projects during my studies at University, I decided to focus on one of my long term interests, Fly Fishing.

However, for this project I did not want to capture images that were a generic representation of Fly Fishing. I wanted to create images that were different and interesting to look at. Images that showed the hidden details that are often overlooked or unnoticed.

As the project progressed, it took a big turn into a direction that I didn’t think it ever would. It became a project based solely on Abstraction.

The Red Shadow of the Forest

As I slowly drag my feet along the path, I begin to wonder whether I have herald the unfortunate end of my photographic degree by being a bit too ambitious.

Frustrated and annoyed, I helplessly rummage through the thoughts that have now accumulated in my head. What next??? I begin to question the truthfulness of the information that had been presented to me. Are they really here?

A sudden buzz echoes from my coat pocket, phone signal, in such a remote area?? Very surprising.

“Has the camera captured anything?”

I reply in a somewhat monotonous manner, “Nothing, I don’t know what to do next”.

“Stop, close your eyes and listen, what do you hear?”

Perplexed, I do as I’m told. I’ve tried a variety of other approaches so what harm could this do? Little did I realize at the time, how significant this simple sentence would become.

I close my eyes and let my ears do the work. After a short pause I reply, “Birds singing and the stream”.

“Go find them and photograph them, have fun, experiment with different perspectives”

I slip the phone back into my pocket and with a clearer mind; decide to free myself from the shackles of this final project for a few hours.

Five minutes later I find myself trudging along a muddy trail, winding its way through the dense clutches of brambles. I pause and look down at my trainers, which had now turned into clumps of mud. I quietly utter to myself, “Why didn’t I wear my boots?”

My attention is suddenly disrupted, a flash of grey with a streak of orange bolts from the undergrowth a few yards to the left, I freeze like a rabbit in the headlights. Could this be what I desperately wanted to capture?

I remain motionless; a familiar outline hurries behind the small ridge which separates us. I slowly lean to my left and am met with the inquisitive look. Unable to raise the camera due to the surprise, I helplessly watch the perfect opportunity for my project slip away into the forest.

All doubt had been erased, they were here.


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