Sandals, abandoned in the sun

Out in the garden at the weekend I ended up leaving my sandals laying about while I soaked up a few rays. Bit of a daft idea really as when I went to put them on again they were rather warm and scalded the soles of my feet.

Sandals in the sunshine

First time the 70-200 has been attached to the camera for ages – forgot what a narrow DOF you get with it.

Jurassic Coast – Burton Bradstock, Dorset

What with the arrival of summer, wedding, and broken cars I’ve not had the time (nor the inclination to get the camera out and capture anything particularly interesting at all for weeks) That said, I did find some time to apply some ‘different’ techniques to one of my archived collections. The result was this shot, taken a couple of years ago on a camping trip to Dorset (not my favourite part of the country by a long shot). The clifftop walk from Burton Bradstock towards Lyme Regis affords some spectacular views, this being one of them.

Jurassic Coast (re-edit)

Sunset on the Blackwater

Blackwater Sunset

Sunset over the Blackwater, with the Bradwell power station in the distance. Golden light abounds during the summer evenings here. an opportunity not to be missed if you happen to be out walking and have a camera to hand.

Lonely Tree - River Blackwater

Fearless Frank – Young Robin

Young Robin

I know Robins tend to be curious and fearless when investigating but this little chap took to the extremes. I was sat outside and he/she just hopped up, closer and closer until it was practically sitting on my shoe. I fully expected it to disappear, but when I stood up to get my camera, it fluttered away just far enough outside my minimum focus distance for me to get a couple of shots. I’m no expert but I’m guessing it’s fairly young and can’t see it lasting long out there unless it gets a bit more streetwise….

The age old Essex sport of Mudding

The Age old Essex Sport of Mudding.......

What could possibly go wrong……
Those Halcyon days of our long lost summers were brought back to me whilst ‘supervising’ the kids while we enjoyed a break at St Lawrence Bay, darkest Essex. I’m fairly sure that the River Blackwater got it’s name from the tar like mud despite what wikipedia says about it.

The River Blackwater is a river in England. It rises in the northwest of Essex as the River Pant and flows to Bocking, near Braintree, from where its name changes to the Blackwater. Its course takes it near Stisted, and then via Bradwell Juxta Coggeshall and Coggeshall and near Witham where it is joined by the River Brain. Passing Maldon it reaches the North Sea at West Mersea. The River Chelmer (which is a canal at that point) meets the River Blackwater near Langford. Some of the water flows over Beeleigh weir and some flows down the canal. At Heybridge flood water from the canal flows over a weir at the site of the old Heybridge mill and down the original course of the Blackwater (now known as Heybridge Creek) before passing through a sluice gate into the tidal Blackwater Estuary at Maldon.[1]

Tricky Alf murders another pair of white socks………

Jump.......

Took a hell of a lot longer to stitch these than I thought it would and by no means a proper job.  Learnt a few hard lessons on the way to the end result here, the most important of which would be – DON’T MOVE THE CAMERA AT ALL when shooting with this in mind.
Also learnt a lot about masking and layers in Photoshop so not all a total loss.  Will be replacing this one with a more considered and better edit as soon as I have a few hours spare !!!

Needless to say that come the finish the socks were consigned to the dustbin