Silent Sunday ...

The Gallery ... Macro

I'm joining in with The Gallery this week and the theme is Macro ...


I adore macro shots, it's one of the major requirements I look for when I buy a new camera. I particularly like taking macro shots in the garden where you can capture the floral glory without also getting a shot of the encroaching mass of weeds that make up most of the garden. It is a mere detail that I would have plenty of time to tame the weeds, if only I wasn't so busy taking photos *sigh*...

Alyssum

Oh Lord. A Mother's Song ..Janis Joplin Reworked

(To be sung to the tune of  Mercedes Benz by Janis Joplin ... with apologies to Janis.)

Oh lord, won't you find me a less troublesome teen

My friends all have teens that seem much more serene

Worked hard all my lifetime to give her her dreams

Oh lord, won't you find me a less troublesome teen.

Silent Sunday ...

Adventures Underground with Alice ...

This week, First Born Child and I ventured out of Yorkshire in search of Wonderland and we found it, bizarrely enough, in Waterloo Station.

Or, more precisely, in the vaults beneath Waterloo Station where the cast and crew of  Les Enfants Terribles are currently orchestrating adventures through Alice's Wonderland in honour of the 150th anniversary of Alice in Wonderland's publication

For 90 minutes, Child, aged 19, and I, a mere 50, were immersed in Lewis Carroll's nonsensical Wonderland world. Both of us felt six years old for the entire time we were there.

The aching feet and grumpy tiredness of a whole day of travelling and sightseeing was dispelled as we hurtled down the rabbit hole, explored shrouded turning corridors or tiptoed up twisting stairs and thumped back down them again. We burst into rooms and hurried out of rooms and scurried into rooms like children playing games.

Silent Sunday ...

Bluebells and Other Bells ...

I set out to take photographs of the bluebells in the local churchyard this week and completely accidentally pissed off the bell ringer at the same time ... 

Man, appearing as if from nowhere: Did you hear the bells?

Me, sat in a patch of bluebells with a camera: Bells?

Man, with annoyance: The bells! The bells!

Me, looking surreptitiously at Man's back for a hump because, well, Disney: 'Bells?

Man, with exasperation: The BELLS!... I've been ringing them for the last two hours.

Me: Ah, no sorry. I've not been here very long.

Man: TWO HOURS OF .....   He then gave an extremely lengthy, time-consuming, complicated list of exotic sounding bell ringing terms, complete with accompanying actions.

At least, I hope they were bell-ringing terms.

Me, apologetically, politely, if not entirely sincerely: Oh, I am sorry I missed that.

Man, suddenly hopeful: Would you like to come and see the bells? You can see them now if you want. I can take you to see them. I'll show you them. They're very interesting.

But frankly there is only so many bells a girl can take in one day so, rather feebly, I made my excuses and left. Quickly.

Silent Sunday ...

To Vote or Not to Vote? That Shouldn't be the Question....

In 2010's general election only 65.1% of voters exercised their right to vote, and that didn't work out well for anyone. We ended up with a Tory government united in a strange marriage with the Lib Dems, and that didn't work out well for Nick Clegg.

I was, once, one of those people who didn't vote. I was even quite proud of it and Russell Brand, before his recent Labour conversion, would have been proud of me too.

The Gallery: One Day in May, the Tour de Yorkshire in Wakefield ...

I'm joining in with The Gallery this week and the theme is One Day in May...

Last year the Tour de France arrived in Yorkshire for it's Grand Depart and was an unqualified roaring success. Such a grand time was had by all that Yorkshire, recognising a good excuse for a party when it sees one, decided to host it's own version this year and call it the Tour de Yorkshire.

On Sunday the Tour de Yorkshire hit Wakefield. I know next to nothing about cycling but I also recognise a good excuse for a party and, as it turned out, Sir Bradley Wiggins..

Silent Sunday ...