Ponder the season
with crispy leaves underfoot
of gold and copper
when you tiptoe cross the grass
to an autumn pleasure dome
Last weekend I went to Killerton in search of some autumn leaves, but summer was still there, with loads of colour.
There was autumn colour to be seen at Killerton of course, but that will have to wait for another day, hope you enjoyed early autumn in East Devon.
Kevin Conboy says
For this photo challenge, show us what “refraction” means to you. It could be an image taken in a reflective surface, it could be light bent from behind an object, or it could mean remedial math homework: the choice is completely up to you. I’m looking forward to seeing how you interpret “refraction.”
Well that’s a tough one Kevin! But I’m giving it a go. back in June a had a birthday day out to Broomhill Sculpture Garden in north Devon. I posted photos a couple of times because I absolutely love sculpture and there is some remarkable work there. For some reason I held back the photos of one of my favourites, this challenge turns out to be why. I remember turning the corner on a wooded path and seeing this amazing blue light. Every movement you make around it shows a different image, I hope you like it as much as I did.
‘This piece, ‘The Gateway’ is by Alex Glass, a London based artist, check him out here,http://www.alexanderglasssculpture.com/#_=_
Join in with the challenge here, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/refraction/
This weekend coming is apple time at the National Trust’s Killerton estate, just east of Exeter. I won’t be able to make it but I popped out last weekend for a walk and found that the orchard was being readied for visitors.
There was an abundance of apples, lots of windfalls and still many to pick.
Families were strolling around looking at the different varieties and children were given little wheelbarrows to collect the fruit. I sampled some Killerton Cider, quite dry and strong, I didn’t dare have more than a very small cup as I was driving.
The bit I enjoyed most of all was watching a dead tree being brought back to life and colour, being yarn bombed