Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Autumn falls

 There is no reason for this theme, except the sun shines and surprises with light that keeps SAD at bay.  Soon will be the season to renew friendships - well, send !hush! seasonal greetings - take out the crafts or jigsaws that have been forgotten all summer, and to organise pics of holidays and memorable events.

There are so many ways to display our photos nowadays.  Gone are the days of SLRs, waiting days for prints, and framing pictures for relatives.  Really?  I love prints.  And if your only copies of precious family photos are online, I hope you have a failsafe method of avoiding deletiong or blocking, or forgetting accounts...

So I'm happy to show some pics online, to edit and keep every precious shot from my travels, and to printout seasonal gifts too.  Mouse mat? T-shirt?  Personalised calendars?  But, hush, we are not considering the time of year, but enjoying all those autumn colours.  Time to get out and record more impressions, before the weather turns.

Windmills will always say 'Norfolk' to me.  This windmill is the view along the raised footpath from Blakeney to Cley (said 'clai'), for Blakeney-on-Sea is now truly inland, a haven for wildlife.  And there's a lovely teashop in Cley, somewhere that doesn't mind muddy boots.

The last time we were there, there was half a film crew taking a break.  So why, on the Thames, was one solitary 'Eye' afloat and detached.  'The barge she sat on like a burnished throne burned on the waters...' 
Well, perhaps no Cleopatra among the wild Angles, but the vision of London on the slowly-revolving Eye was well worth the visit.  Don't go without a camera.

And with all the wonders of modern technology, I have no idea why a photo the right way up turned on its side... nor why the 'rotate' button refused to right things...

But ending where we began, Candle's Dike  is so far off the beaten track, that my last meander in a rowing boat was - memorable - along with the row across Hickling Broad and rowing back against the wind...

I say 'memory', but I was the beached whale, 8 months' pregnant, and in no condition to row anywhere... but it was nice to watch the effort involved and...

to preserve that memory in seasonal photographs.  For a pristine windmill, Horsey has one of the best examples in Norfolk, but, this lopsided view was infinitely less forgettable...
whichever ever way you look at it, on foot, or marooned in a rowing boat.







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