We’ve got a place to live! Not the one I wrote about in my last post – after making us wait two and a half days for an answer, they refused to remove anything at all from the property. We might have given in on the cupboard junk and the stuff in the shed, but there was also a tatty old sofa and a bedframe which apparently weren’t going anywhere either, and which we didn’t want – we have enough tatty old junk of our own…… Since there wasn’t even a garage to stash them in, we decided to walk away and start again.
That left us with one day to find somewhere (yikes!). Out of six possibles that I found online, three were gone, two weren’t ready for viewing, and we managed to arrange a viewing on the sixth one for the next morning. It was well over budget, yes, but it was lovely – clean, fresh, full of light, ready to move right into, and with a huge garden and in the place we most wanted to be. By lucky coincidence, the owner was there and we could ask him directly if he minded pets rather than wait till the agent phoned him, he phoned back, the agent phoned us…..you know how it goes. We took it. We’re sorted. Let’s talk about photography again.
We took a leisurely drive up the west side of the Wirral coast one day, and came across some paragliders having a high old time. I tried, but none of my shots were up to much; I wasn’t quick enough, and most of the paragliders are about to disappear off the side of the photo like this fellow.
As the light fell, there was yet another wonderful sky.
I also tried taking this in portrait format just to see the difference, but it doesn’t work nearly so well. It’s interesting to see how the longer horizontal lines above give a far more restful, tranquil feeling than the more upright composition.
It was getting too dark to see by this time, so we turned for home. Next day we carried on from where we’d left off and ended up in West Kirby, which has a marine lake. A marine lake, in case you don’t know (I didn’t), is a very large, ‘fenced-off’ area of sea where people can sail, windsurf, canoe, and otherwise indulge in watersports, presumably in more safety than they would if they were out in the open sea. I’m not sure I like the idea myself, being cooped up with large numbers of people doing the same thing in a relatively small space, although it’s probably good and reassuring when you’re learning. What I did like was that there was a path running round the edge, and you could do a walking circuit of the whole thing – about two miles, all round. From a distance, it almost looked as if people were walking on the water.
Those of you who know me well may be surprised to see me produce a black and white image. I felt the coloured version didn’t really work – the colours were dull and didn’t add a lot. I’m not a huge black and white fan, so I played around to see what else I could do with it. I came up with these sepia and blue versions. I like the warmth of the sepia; not so sure about the blue, although the mood it creates is more true to how it felt at the time – it was a cold, damp, windy day. Maybe it’s just a little too blue? It is interesting to see how much a change of colour changes the feeling.
There was a break in the cloud for a few moments, and a brilliant shaft of light shone down onto the water. There was only a moment or two to catch it, and the contrast in light was just too much for the camera (and me) to deal with, but I do quite like how it turns the two small figures into ghostly shapes.
Finally, back on dry land, I saw this torn and tangled bunting blowing in the wind and liked the contrast of the bright colours, and the warmth of the pavement stone, against the cold greyness of the sea.