The Engine House
“Like sentinels of days gone by
They’re silhouettes against the sky
A headstone for those still below
A monument we proudly show
Of times when our tin was the very best”
“Like sentinels of days gone by
They’re silhouettes against the sky
A headstone for those still below
A monument we proudly show
Of times when our tin was the very best”
On a walk with my camera in thick woodland in Devon I was lucky enough to spot what might have been the Beast of Exmoor.
This elusive animal has been the subject of numerous sightings since the 1970s, although some have put these down to just an overactive imagination.
In a quiet Devon backwater guarded by dragonflies a small rowing boat bobs up and down gently in the breeze.
“While my little boat moves on its mooring mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.”
People who take photographs often have a favourite subject: pets, people, food, steam trains, abstract images or landscapes. Mine is the last of these, and as with many attracted to taking their camera out of doors this stems from a longstanding love of nature and the countryside, especially the hills.