The irony is that I haven’t travelled anywhere much in weeks, not anywhere. Apart from daily jaunts round the garden, where I now like to venture with my camera at the ready – just in case. I feel like a wildlife paparazzo, lying in wait for an unsuspecting spider to come out to its web, or lurking behind a bush to spy on a beetle.
I like it when I come across photogenic things by chance. Yesterday, having hung the washing out on the line an hour or two earlier, I noticed a Red Admiral sunning itself… on my knickers! Both of them were flapping gently in the breeze. I sneaked up to study the delicate beauty, rather liking the combined colour scheme and the way the edges of its wings complemented the lacy trim of my undies. You know, that juxtaposition thing. Or maybe you had to be there?
Anyway, I’m not airing my dirty - or clean, for that matter - linen in public, so instead here are some other shots of smalls from yesterday's travels down the garden path. And if you're not feeling quite so sunny yourself, I hope this little fix of natural beauty may help a bit.
Also - it gives me a tenuous excuse to include an early album track from the highly prolific and charismatic Joseph Arthur... someone I've seen live so many times now I've lost count. If he comes to the UK to gig again soon I'll be travelling to that - but I'll leave my camera behind.
Joseph Arthur: 'Evidence' from 'Redemption's Son' (2002)