Sleepy Saturday mornings.
Our Saturday morning is a tale of two speeds. Hub and our oldest son are off on a trip to take some of our older girl’s belongings to her at university. Our youngest and Rosie are ensuring that no one...
View ArticleValleys and troughs. (Yes, I know.)
One thing I have noticed over the past few years is how I go through periods of inspiration and times when I can think of nothing new. I doubt that is at all unusual. In fact I wonder if our modern...
View ArticleA walk through a day.
From birds on church finials in the morning. The first cup of coffee at work to start the day. The walk through the park on the way back home. Where blossom trees are bare. And it is much too cold to...
View ArticleTwelve on the Twelfth.
Last month I joined in with the photography prompt by Stephanie Bryan of taking twelve photographs on the twelfth day of the month, or 12 on the Twelfth. For Stephanie this is meant to be a year long...
View Article{Mostly} Silent Friday.
This evening in the garden, purple, petals and a bees. Enjoy your Friday. Lynn x All images © L. McG.-E. All rights reserved. © 2014, Penbleth / L. McG.-E.. All rights reserved. Copyright secured by...
View ArticleA day in the life.
On occasion it can be fun to capture some images throughout your day, encapsulating a flavour of how you live. During March and April I undertook a 12 on the 12th project. I plan to do the same again...
View ArticleA glimpse into a day.
One phrase I have read a great deal this year is “let go”. People have been talking about what they need to let go in their lives in order to be happier. Well I don’t know that my happiness will be...
View ArticleSilent sodden Saturday.
I hope you have a drier day, or a leak free roof and good wellies. Lynn x © 2014, Penbleth / L. McG.-E.. All rights reserved. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2014
View Article013/365 – A classic is a classic for a reason.
013/365 Not the first image of the morning, not even the second, but sometimes a familiar view, a frequently captured image, is still the one. The sun is low, the light coldly blue. It falls on the...
View Article014/365 Sob
014/365 Snow. Across Britain winter has arrived. Outside here the steps pretend to be clear, just to lure my unsuspecting feet and dismal eyesight with hidden ice. Inside is significantly more bleak....
View Article015/365 – where your favourite shot doesn’t fit the 3:2 crop.
015/365 It is cold and wet and AGH! in South Wales today. The weather matches just how I feel as I attempt to retrieve from various sources yesterday’s lost photos. Sob. Above is the shot with which I...
View Article016/365 croissant
016/365 It is rather telling when your first choice turns out to be much the same as one you made just days ago. So, instead of yet another view of Rosie on the sofa with the bare branches of the...
View Article017/365 light
017/365 Okay, I admit, I haven’t gone for the BGC today. Why? Because I opened the front door this morning to be greeted by a sheet of ice. Here’s something you may have missed if you haven’t read my...
View Article18, 19, 20.
018/365 – Sunday. 019/365 – flight 020/365 – tea Plus points, managed to continue marking mornings even on the ones where I didn’t really feel like it. Minus point, the BGC is still sitting looking at...
View Article021/365 – because there will always be disaster.
021/365 You think you will have a treat, first you have a disaster. So you clear the debris and then you have the treat because now you really deserve it. The idea seemed so simple, after some early...
View Article022 – 028 because I am really bad at keeping up with posting!
022/365 – cosy cuddles. 023/365 – frosty beginnings. 024/365 – keeping watch. 025/365 – private. The model prefers it that way. 026/365 – swirl. 027/365 – wait. 028/365 – get going. I am pleased that...
View Article029 – 031 and that’s the end of the first month.
029 We will leave it at that. 030 Because there can be nothing better than a photograph of a cosy Rosie. 031 Okay, I lied. Two photos of Rosie are better than one. Even if she hasn’t chosen as warm a...
View Article032 – 034 In the second month keeping track of the numbers gets harder.
032 Ours. Our cups. Our tea. Our breakfast time. A chilly Sunday morning, the steam rising into the air. The blue light of early day through the kitchen window. The chill that tea only conquers for a...
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