One could get argumentative about the recognition and naming of any colour – in this case pink. When it comes to wildflowers (or anything else for that matter) there is a huge range of tones, tints and shades lying between pinks and blues.
I chose to go with pink for some of the wildflowers found on my walks during a holiday in south west Scotland because to me that is the obvious hue in the image above and some of the other images below. However, the flowers in these shots Continue reading
Wildflowers in yellow from the south western Scottish coastline.
These are some of the yellow wild flowers I photographed on a short walk while on holiday – there are so many! Again, I have tried to name all of them but there is one name missing. Continue reading
On one of the short walks I took while away in Scotland recently I made a point of looking out for and photographing the various wildflowers along my route on the shore.
It was June and so I suppose they were to be expected but when you start looking out for them, it is still amazing just how many there are. Continue reading
It could be said that the image above, taken on my return from the salt marsh to the park on this my sixth and final walk from the past, depicts a beauty and a beast. However, while the beauty the post title refers to could be said to be the thistle or any of the natural environment of this walk, the reference to the beast Continue reading
My walk this week is the last of six walks from the past (2010 in this instance) and takes another look back at a place I love to walk, namely our local salt marsh on the River Loughor estuary. I posted a couple of weeks ago about this marsh in 2011 but the experience and images were quite different to those I am posting about the place just one year before. Continue reading
This fifth of my walks from the past (2009) features today on the view across the bay from where we stay for a couple of weeks at different times each year. Continue reading
Towards the turning point of my fourth walk from the past (June 2011), I reached the banks of the River Loughor as it runs through the salt marshes in its estuary. Continue reading
Transitioning from late in the day to early evening on my walk from the past this week takes me from the muted light of the local park in the shade of the surrounding greenery with its blackbirds and dandelion clocks, to the reflection of sunlight on clouds on the surface of the Loughor River with its dark waters. Continue reading