Friday 10 May 2013

Miscellany

I often wish I had a talent for painting pictures but I have to make do with words and photographs. It may only be my opinion but modern publishers do not seem to like fiction writers spending too much time, or space, on descriptions. Many of today's reader also prefer to get on with the story rather than sidetracked with detailed settings.



  Even photographs do not always capture the magnificent splendour, or the emotion the sight might arouse. This was a truly magfiicent winter dawn but I did not manage to capture all the colours.

 The woodpecker keeps himself very smart in his black and white with his red spot while a blue tit waits patiently for breakfast.


Piggy contentment wallowing in mud




 I was surprised to see this owl perched on my garden seat during the day. S-i-l thinks it is a young sparrow hawk.
Spring at last

7 comments:

  1. Love the sunset, Gwen. Are you trying to put me out of a job? ;) Maybe readers are like the camera: only pick out the surface detail and leave the really evocative, beautiful part to the imagination. Sx

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  2. Thanks for looking in Sara. I couldn't possibly put you out of a job with my amateur efforts, but being childlike I do like pictures. I suppose emotion and imagination are personal to each individual.

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  3. I think the little pigs, and most of the bigs ones,are a bit like children,Mary, the muddier they can get the better they like it.

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  4. Such variety,Gwen. Very inspirational!

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  5. More a case of not being very good at blogging I think, Myra.

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  6. I love those photos, Gwen - all very evocative and I was delighted to see the woodpecker and owl.

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  7. They do say a picture is worth a thousand words, don't they. I like pictures anyway but it's always a bit of a thrill to capture wild birds as they fly away so quickly. I have not seen the owl again.

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