Mr Squirrel! Pleased this one worked out - by which I mean that you can
actually see the squirrel and he's not blurred!
actually see the squirrel and he's not blurred!
Showing posts with label changing seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label changing seasons. Show all posts
Saturday, 30 November 2019
Saturday, 28 September 2019
The Park on the 28th ~ a recap, and why I started it.
My Park on the 28th series on this blog has been so popular over the last year (thank you if you've enjoyed looking at it!), and as I have now completed a year's worth of photos, I thought I'd do a recap of the 12 posts (links to all of them, further down), and have a word about why I started it.
Last year, on the 28th of September, I went for my usual walk and took some photos because it was such a beautiful day. I'd gone out because it was the first anniversary of my father's death, and I wanted to think about him.
It was when I was posting the photos on my blog that I had the idea of taking similar pictures on the 28th of each month.
Dad loved walks amongst trees and green; in 1971, he and some friends started up a walking group called The Strollers, and he would stroll along country lanes and across fields with them most weeks, year in, year out; in fact he last went out with them two days before he died!
Dad was the last surviving original member, and my Park on the 28th series is a kind of tribute to him, because he would have loved looking at it.... but this is not intended to be a sad post - it's been two years now, and we all go through it.
Six months ago, a few hours after I'd completed my 'Park' post for the 28th of March, I had a phone call from the nursing home where my mother had lived for the past 6 years, to say that she'd died.
She'd had Alzheimer's for 10 years, and since a stroke early in the year she'd become unable to acknowledge anyone or feed herself. We knew she was fading, but the end came quite suddenly. We'd thought we might get a chance to see her again; my sister was actually just getting ready to make the journey when we got the call.
She died exactly 18 months after Dad, on a Thursday, too, so the 28th has, in a way, become my day to go for a walk and think about Mum and Dad. Not in a morose way, necessarily; just to think about them. I still don't believe they're dead - I hear that acceptance comes much later.
I loved doing this series—if you would like to look at any of them again, please click the month above the photo; looking down the changes in these single pictures over the months is a quick overview! Thank you for enjoying my walks with me over the past year. 😎
Last year, on the 28th of September, I went for my usual walk and took some photos because it was such a beautiful day. I'd gone out because it was the first anniversary of my father's death, and I wanted to think about him.
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| September 28th, 2018 |
Dad loved walks amongst trees and green; in 1971, he and some friends started up a walking group called The Strollers, and he would stroll along country lanes and across fields with them most weeks, year in, year out; in fact he last went out with them two days before he died!
Dad was the last surviving original member, and my Park on the 28th series is a kind of tribute to him, because he would have loved looking at it.... but this is not intended to be a sad post - it's been two years now, and we all go through it.
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| Dad (on left) with some of his Strollers chums, probably about 15 years ago |
A tree is planted for each Stroller when he goes off to
walk the great country lane in the sky :)
My brother helping to put the tree and its frame together ~
was pouring with rain that day! Julia with umbrella, me with camera😉
My brother helping to put the tree and its frame together ~
was pouring with rain that day! Julia with umbrella, me with camera😉
Six months ago, a few hours after I'd completed my 'Park' post for the 28th of March, I had a phone call from the nursing home where my mother had lived for the past 6 years, to say that she'd died.
She'd had Alzheimer's for 10 years, and since a stroke early in the year she'd become unable to acknowledge anyone or feed herself. We knew she was fading, but the end came quite suddenly. We'd thought we might get a chance to see her again; my sister was actually just getting ready to make the journey when we got the call.
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| March 28th, 2019 |
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| Mum with Julia and me in 1987 |
Thank you again, for your interest in this project :)
Wednesday, 28 August 2019
The Park on the 28th: August - late summer
On the 28th of each month, I take photos in the park where I go for my regular walks. I take many in roughly the same places each month, so that we can observe the changes in season - the trees, the plants, the flowers, the weather, and the light in the sky.
August has always been special for me because it's my birthday month, but I've always loved the lazy, hazy feel it has, a step away from reality; I imagine this is a hangover from years gone by, when August meant sandy beaches and the sea, or walking down to the fair on a weekday afternoon to meet some boy, instead of being at school, or, later, drinking too much in sunny pub gardens, knowing that in another month's time it would be too cold to do so. The whole month still has that dreamlike quality.
I actually took these on the 27th, not the 28th, because I suspected that circumstances would prevent me from taking them today - and as it happened, I'm glad, because the lovely weather of the weekend broke last night. I could feel autumn in the air; yesterday the early morning had that dampness about it that wasn't there earlier in the month.
I've now done all twelve posts; you can click on the month, below, if you would like to see the previous ones - and next month I intend to do a recap, with a note about why I started this series. 😎
Previous months:
July
June
May
April
March
February
January
December
November
October
September
August has always been special for me because it's my birthday month, but I've always loved the lazy, hazy feel it has, a step away from reality; I imagine this is a hangover from years gone by, when August meant sandy beaches and the sea, or walking down to the fair on a weekday afternoon to meet some boy, instead of being at school, or, later, drinking too much in sunny pub gardens, knowing that in another month's time it would be too cold to do so. The whole month still has that dreamlike quality.
I've now done all twelve posts; you can click on the month, below, if you would like to see the previous ones - and next month I intend to do a recap, with a note about why I started this series. 😎
Previous months:
July
June
May
April
March
February
January
December
November
October
September
Underneath the foliage in the foreground is the stump of the tree
that fell over in a storm last year - see October's post in the link above :)
The Flowers are dying now.....
The leaves are turning....
....and starting to fall
Definite touch of autumn about these two pictures!
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