Muddy Footprints

Acrostic, Colours, Poetry

#CYW #Brown #Wet #Mud #Footprints #Camping

Footprints on wet mud

Camping out in the wilds, has its disadvantages

As the weather can be particularly nasty

Making your way across the field to the washroom as

Persistant little raindrops land on your head

If you gave it some thought – you would have moved the tent

Now everyone will know who disturbed their sleep – as you’re

Going to leave a trail – right up to your tent!

Frozen Flowers

BASIC, Flowers, Freedom of Expression, Nature, Photography

Salford, 25th May 2016

Location : Brain and Spinal Injury Centre – Salford

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Frozen in time, a Flower head in ice ((c) Brian F Kirkham, May 2016)

In today’s photography workshop, we’ve been working with flower heads, captured in trays of Ice.  We photographed the Ice over time , with close up shots and as the ice changed, the subject matter changed too.

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Set of six – (c) Brian F Kirkham, May 2016

The green coloured cloth was set out to keep the table dry – but it added some interesting textures to the photograph.

The Ice allowed us to do some really good close up work, and as it melted – we achieved some really good effects with our cameras.

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Frozen Flower (c) Brian F Kirkham, May 2016

Getting close up to the subject matter in the ice captured the bubbles in the ice as well as the details in the flowers.  I enjoyed taking the above pic because of the colours in the flower, the detail of the flower and the bubbles in the ice.

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Frozen Leaf – (c) Brian F Kirkham, May 2016
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Iced (Bubbles) – Brian F Kirkham May 2016

Caught out in the Rain

Animals, Cats, Poetry

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I was having a brilliant day,
till you told me to make my way
“Out you go!” you cheerfully chirped
And then I found, I’d been usurped

My favourite spot on the sofa/settee
had been taken by those darn budgies.
I was fine just watching, by window sill
and all was great – that was until

Great gloomy clouds they gathered ahead,
and I wanted in and off to my bed.
But birds they kept flying – and so you see
I’ve just got wet – as I waited for Tea.

And so I sit waiting, pawing at door
you wander why my face is as sad as before
My fur is all soggy – from the water in th’drain
Please don’t let me be caught out again!