It’s harder to take decent shots when you’re shaking. Doesn’t look like it but it was pretty nippy out there with the wind. The sun was leaving (again) after having played hide and seek most of the afternoon. Now dusk was upon me and I had very little daylight walkabout time left. Mevagissey must be very beautiful when the sun rises in the morning. I’ll have to come back here some day.
The New Forest, in Hampshire, offers plenty of eye candy.
This is the Beaulieu river, with some Beaulieu houses in the background.
I often shun Motorways in England. They’re great to get somewhere fast, but don’t let you experience much on your way to wherever you’re going.
So when I happen on the perfect mix of gnarly trees, a thatched roof house, a dramatic sky and the right light conditions, I have to stop by the side of the road, which isn’t easy everywhere, carefully walk to the appropriate spot, and capture what I see in my mind.
This was taken in the New Forest, Hampshire, on my way to Lyndhurst.
An inviting and cozy cottage in Ewelme. The British are impeccable landscapers, as attests this place.
The skies were pretty dark, which made for a colour rich study.
The Cotswolds, famous for hundreds of honey-coloured limestone villages in beautiful rural settings, is a must see if you happen to be in England.
I’ve been exploring that area and found beautiful places and very picturesque scenes. You need only open your eyes. The rest is automatically done for you.
On a trip through the New Forest, in South-West England, I stopped by this field to capture this beautiful, gnarly tree.
Bright cloudy days are truly best for cityscapes. Standing at the corner of Regent Street, off Piccadilly Circus, I was struck by the Yin Yang shape. You just can’t let something like this slip by.
Another West London cityscape. It is hard to get a clear view across any angle of Piccadilly Circle. Buses, cars, people. It’s a beehive. You have to be patient, or lucky.
Yep! Some of these typical British places are just awesome. Case in point: this mid 19th Century building houses The Mitre, which ensures everybody’s stomach is full and everyone’s whistle is kept lubricated. I just love buildings like this.
Can’t recall where I was exactly in West London. That’s what happens sometimes on walkabouts. I just know I was stricken by the diffused light brightening the facades on the street, as if a giant soft box had been used to set the stage for my enjoyment. I obliged.