The cure is to get out there and do it anyway, or do it inside. As long as you keep doing it that’s all that matters.
I confess two regrets. Not having a polarizing filter for this image and perhaps my use of an Oxford comma in this post…
There are constraints and there are limitations.
The constraint in this image is using an iPhone with a fixed lens. Normally I would get closer and there was no fence to prevent me but there was a sign pointing out the risk of spreading diseases between vines and asking people to stay back. It’s a limitation but I accept that as the price for enjoying the occasional glass of wine from my local vineyard…
Time is a limitation too. In a week or so, the nets will be removed as the grapes are picked. Next year I will be back with a longer lens.
I revisited at a different time of day, reframed the composition and reinterpreted the same elements from a slightly different position to my last post.
– Spent the entire weekend dog-proofing the yard and yet ironically nearly lost Bodhi when he took off through an open gate this morning. The great thing was he came back when called.
At least I got a few minutes to myself as the sun was setting and there was some terrific backlight to work with. While this isn’t the prettiest Autumn leaf they all end up this way eventually.
For Black And White Lovers
by Lize Bard
You could say that I am a struggling artist of some sorts...
travel and adventure
Image your Life
The Fine Art of Creating Beautiful Images!
Dear reader, I have bled every single emotion and I have tried my best to put them in these pages. I will write until you run out of tears to find in these words. Tears that are products of every dote you lost, products of so much affliction that they never had enough strength left to carve their path tracing down your cheeks. And I will be honest with you to say that I am not there with you. Truth be told, I am mostly not in these writings. In fact, I have never been in any real relationship that I wander at the thought of whether I have any right to write about these things. But I am a wallflower, in the eighteen years that I have lived I have seen the people around me break so hard that they crumble back to their cradle. Love is a different kind of war but as long as I am standing I will give a hand to those who have fallen. These writings are not about me, despite most being written in first person. I want you to find yourself in them. I want you to find yourself and get yourself back.