The view from my bedroom window.
The view from the spare bedroom window.
My friends.
My black chokeberry.
Memories of a walk with a lady and a dog.
After the harvest.
The Shire's major road.
A Red Admiral butterfly, abroad out of season.
The processing people let me down badly today. They destroyed my five best photographs. There will be complaints and demands to be made the next time I go to Ashbourne.
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Beautiful photos. Thank you. We're envious of your view.
Good. Much appreciated. Now, if only I could know who 'we' are.
You live in a beautiful place! I would love to be able to walk out my door and out into 'The Shire'
It was very pretty and nice here until the hurricane sent us such cold winds and rains, but i shouldn't complain while there are others without electricity or homes at the moment.
The Shire has become a little tainted lately, but I shouldn't complain either, for the same reason.
Lovely landscape. Though with a nickname like "the Shire," I shouldn't be surprised.
What I enjoy about others' photos is that the viewer gets a small glimpse of how the photographer sees their world. Some people look with an analytical eye, and others see through their hearts.
I like those cows. So sweet, they look.
So now you have me wondering whether I'm an analyser or a heart man.
I love talking to young cows because they seem to like being talked to. They'll stand and regard you inquisitively for as long as you want if you talk to them. Some will even get brave and come and lick you (which isn't very nice, actually.)
You take photos in a way that shows you understand composition, but are very fond of the subject. So a bit of both, I'd say.
Many animals are like that, I've found. And yeah, they've got rough tongues, haven't they. Some like to be scratched 'round the base of their horns, too
What a magical magical place! Now your posts come so alive to me when you're talking about the Shire. I hope you keep taking photos and posting them.
Don't think I'd care to comment on the first paragraph, River. (Though you're probably right.) I'm glad you're familiar with cows, though. There was a young heifer a couple of years ago who used to throw her head around with great joy if I scratched the base of her horns, whereas Loony Brian (earlier post - the one who hit me on the head with a branch) preferred to have his neck scratched. Others respond to having their ears tickled.
I'd like to, Wendy. The problems are:
1) It's quite expensive using conventional 35mm equipment.
2) The equipment is old and on its last legs.
3) The 4th generation reprint that appears on the blog isn't up to the standard of quality I'd like.
4) High Street D&P operators aren't very good either.
Still, if the old gear will make it through one more season, I'll get a roll of film in case we have snow. Glad The Shire is now better described, though.
Did I offend?
For whatever reason, the name Loony Brian reminded me of Tom, of Father Ted fame. Has he killed a man? Other than the obvious attempt on your life, of course.
I knew a pony once who would turn around and scratch my side with her lip if I scratched her neck.
You didn't offend at all. I was being modest... 'You're probably right' was the joke.
Wasn't Tom the man whose eyebrows met in the middle, and who wore an 'I shot JR' T-shirt? He was one of my favourite characters.
Brian is a bit of a character, too, and the branch he tapped me on the head with was only a small one.
I've always found horses to a bit of a haughty bunch, but maybe I just don't project the right kind of energy.
Ah, good.
Yes, that's Tom! He was one of my favorites as well, for whatever reason
In general, horses ARE haughty, but every once in a while you come across one with all four feet squarely on the ground.
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