Winter Whites, Life in Colour June

As  I sit here on a wet winter Saturday, the view out the window is almost a white-out as the clouds are sitting low against  a very grey sea.  The ducks are ducking their heads under to snatch some duckweed.. Their movement is noticeable only in the ripples they create in the otherwise calm waters.

Tiny waves are gently lapping the beach forming tidal patterns at the water’s edge.  Currents show as a deeper silver on the still waters. The tidal flow is creeping quietly up the gravel beach, surrounding the huge driftwood log that has been stranded since being cast ashore in the last storm. It now serves a a roosting perch for cormorants as they dry their wings and digest the fish they dived under the waves to catch.

It must be time to post some silver and white images for Life in Colour – June.

I will start with some  seascapes and seagulls in silver. 

There are mountains of mountain images in my April/May archives – here are but a few with that white stuff called snow and a scattering of clouds.

And there were the frosty foggy finds… 

And I still love to capture splashes of white

I may yet find more silver or white before the end of June.

SundayStills 2021 – Shells and Splashes are White

Seashells are some of my favourite white things.

White shell

Waterfalls are also white…..

Splash play – I love capturing water splashes.

And then there are the little flower people.

And just to wrap up and stay warm try some merino fleece fresh off the sheep.

Lost and Lingering

Watersplash photography fun

Am I really losing my marbles?

I often think it’s true. I march into a room with every intention of collecting some much needed item and then I stop and wonder. My mind is blank. What was I going to get?  If it’s so important why can’t I remember what it is? What have I lost?

 I retrace my steps to my previous location in the vain hope this will jog this failing memory. Yeah nah – that didn’t work.  I start to worry that I’m really losing my marbles. Is this the first sign that aging is catching up with me?

 Apart from the arthritic knees and streaks of grey hair, I usually pride myself on still being switched on in the cognitive department.  I cease trying to remember, take a few deep breaths and re-enter the room. I spy them immediately.  

My marbles are right there where I left them. In the bottom of that glass. It’s such fun trying to capture images of their splashes with my camera and flash. 

I sigh with relief as I reassure myself that photography is such an excellent way to keep these mental muscles active. 

I’ll just linger here in my makeshift photography studio and play with my marbles.