Time to sail away…….
Though not gone for good!
After 2,070 posts and many thousands of visitors over the five years, it’s time to say goodbye to this window on my world, though I will leave it open so that late comers can find out where I have disappeared to.
I am replacing this version of Life, Photography & Other Mistakes, otherwise known as smithiesshutter, with a new blog, and you can find it here….
I have enjoyed the journey and we have visited many different places together. Thank you to my faithful friends and followers, your friendship and comments have helped to carry me along over the years and have been overwhelmingly encouraging.
You will find the details about the above picture on my new blog.
Incidentally, the new blog uses a different format and I have yet to master its intricacies, so you may find some parts are incomplete….sorry about that!
So here we go, sailing off into the sunset….. Goodbye…..and hopefully, hello!
My picture library here at WordPress is almost full and this may be my last new image upload until I decide what to do. I could just repost from my early images, after all there are over 2000 of them, or I could fork out some cash for an upgrade. ….. or I could set up a Life, Photography & Other Mistakes, version 2….
Or I could just say goodbye……
Though this picture breaks some exposure rules it somehow captures the atmosphere of this outdoor market in Glasgow, and the smoking chimney suggests a different age.
To me this is how the years of my youth felt, and even the moving figures seem frozen in time. It speaks of hard times too. This is the Barras, and I didn’t linger. I have another shot of a man lunging toward me in protest at my photography…..
It often surprises me that with a few editing steps we can be taken back to the feel of earlier times, and this reminds me of Picture Post, a marvellous weekly picture magazine of the 1950s.
The scene was taken at Glasgow Central Station.
The sand and rocks catch the light along the West shore of Fleet Bay, Dumfries & Galloway, Scotland.
The weather in Scotland is definitely getting to be more spring like so I thought I would post this colourful picture of anemones: one of my all time favourite flowers.
A picture taken on a recent visit to Leek Market in England.
My image library on WordPress is 99.5% full after 5 years of posting and over 2000 posts and I’m not sure if I will continue when it becomes full. I am tired and perhaps I should break the routine.
I need some fire in my belly, and don’t know where to get the tablets……..
….on reflection, I feel like this guy…
Spring, so they say, is just around the corner, and it’s true that the daffodils are now flowering in the garden, so they must be in bloom along St Mary’s Isle, though I haven’t been there this month……I’ve been somewhat sick, staring at the wall with brain in a jumble and stomach in a rumble ……and I now think I know what the end times feel like….
The road from Borgue village towards Kirkcudbright runs through a landscape type called ‘drumlin pasture’ which is characterised by low rounded hills that were formed by the retreating ice many thousands of years ago.
Although we are approaching the lambing season, the nearest sheep are in the distance on the right, but I have yet to see my first lamb of 2017.
I used to walk here with the dog when visiting my parents but after they passed on I have had no cause to follow the road that leads here. Once it was a winding moss covered path over tree roots and past springtime flowers but then the forestry decided that they needed access and it was converted into a wide gravel covered road that was difficult to walk on. It lost its charm at that point…..
While visiting friends in Staffordshire recently we made a return visit to this Victorian Sewage Pumping Station near Burton-upon-Trent, and here is one of the proud volunteers who have worked over many years to restore and bring back into working order a magnificent beam engine and ancillary workshops.
After a visit to my art appreciation group last week on the road to Carrick, I decided to explore around the village of Borgue. This scene was at the end of a road heading south past the back of Borgue Church.
On the map this area is shown as Borness, and as the road ends here, I guess that this is Borness Farm.
It was a day of interesting skies. Skies make such a difference to landscape photography and with the trees still in their winter garb, this picture just had to be seen in monochrome to emphasise the wonderful and varied tones and textures.
While our grandchildren, Ava & Ethan were visiting last week we walked up to the Knockbrex viewpoint on a small hill on the coast, with views across the Fleet Bay.
In this view we are looking north west towards the Galloway Forest Park.
When Ava wrote her diary account of this day she remembered particularly how, on our ascent of the hill, she clapped her hands and all the sheep that you can see, ran away across the field…