I have the good fortune to live near some outstandingly beautiful walking trails and when the weather is nice its fantastic for taking some nature shots and, of course, loads of photos of the dogs in my life.
The light at this time of year is always fantastic and when we walk by the river the water reflects makeing everything look even more magical.
Following a hiatus, where I have been eating, socialising and taking lots of photos in some really lovely places I though I would resume blogging!
Below is a small selection of beach, dog, brickwork, river and cemetery shots. There are so many more… but I will save them and use them later.
Along with the joy of our new addition to the family, we also had a devastating loss. We said good-bye to one of the most beautiful, soppy, joyful and mischievous chaps we’ve known.
Henry was, and will always be, one of the most loved and well known dogs. We were fortunate enough to spend a lot of time with Henry, being able to borrow him for many weekends from my father in law. He went on lots of adventures with us and even more with his family and his pack.
Henry helped me take some of my favourite photos and was always happy and photogenic when I was snapping away.. Despite hating his photo being taken! He would pull the soppiest and sweetest faces when he wanted cuddles but always hid his face when the camera came out, although luckily I managed to catch a few. His photo bombs were the best and he had the most amazingly expressive face.
Henry was the most laid back boy but he was very attuned to people’s mood and knew exactly what to do when someone was upset or needed comforting. He was by far the best cuddler and I have never met a dog who liked more strokes and attention.
He will be more missed than can ever be expressed but he will be remembered fondly.
As I have mentioned in a few of my other posts we borrow dogs from our parents, my Mum’s dog Millie and my Father in Law’s dog Henry.
It is always wonderful to walk these two but it is especially wonderful when the the weather is nice and the ground is dry. This bank holiday has been full of these walks, the temperature is fresh but the sun is shining and there isn’t a drop of rain in sight (well maybe that is an exaggeration.. We do live in the UK!) The only down side to walks like these is the sheer number of photos I end up taking, of the dogs, of the trees, of the flowers, of the moss… The list goes on. It means I then spend the rest of the day working on all the shots I have snapped.
This weekend has been spent walking in a copse near to our house, we are very lucky to have this right on our door step. It has a good mix of woods, meadows and playing fields and at this time of year some truly beautiful Bluebells. The woods give some great light and shadow whilst the meadow hosts beautiful open sky’s and room for the dogs to run.
Blissful!
I love a field, the wonderful open vista of the British countryside. I think they are beautiful what ever the weather, in the rain the light bounces off the puddles and when the weather is fair the light and colour is radiant.
So often we Just walk or drive by, but the texture and contrast, the light and colours are often really lovely.
Scotland is one of my most favourite places on Earth, my Dad was Scottish and something about the area sings to my soul. I have lots of family who live in Glasgow and I am close to them all, which I am sure helps fuel my love. When my father died last year he wanted to be scattered in Loch Long, but well before that it had been somewhere I feel like I’m home.
When we went to visit family my Dad would take me on a Loch tour and tell me about all the holidays he had with his Dad in the ‘hut’ on the banks of the Loch and tell me stories from when he was a boy. The scenery is rugged and beautiful, there are waterfalls that flow down the hillsides that surround water. Boulders are strewn across the landscape and everything grows lush greens, purples and yellows, it is windswept and tough but rich and earthy, absolutely stunning.
What Tor Saw 