Armed with our new National Trust car badge, my husband, children and I spent Sunday afternoon was strolling round the grounds of the National Trust property Tyntesfield, near Bristol.
As I get older I get more and more like my father, noticing colours, patterns, silhouettes and lighting everywhere I look. I used to sigh and roll my eyes when he spoke about these things, and whilst I don’t have the childlike wonder that my father always had when he viewed a beautiful sunset or a broken tree, I do notice things more now.
I always take my camera with me, but don’t always remember to use it, and now I have to share it with my daughter who loves taking ‘interesting’ photographs as she puts it. But for now, here are a few of mine…..
I love the look of these white dried up grasses in sharp focus against the blurred bark behind. The colour palette is so muted and I love the underlying greyness of it all.
Again, it’s the colour and line that appeals to me here and the way the lines lie and relate to each other.