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full of the joys

Jostling, whirring and bouncing in to town. A pair of dizzy bumble bees on the first sunny day of spring! © images and words by Emily Hughes, 2015

Happy Easter everyone! Oh, and WordPress tells me that today is my 3 year blogging anniversary, so happy anniversary to me! 🙂 I’m looking forward to a day of eating and relaxing with my family. This adorable photograph is an old one of Alex’s, which I turned into a greeting card last year for Easter. Hope you’re all enjoying the bank holiday! Emilyx © image…

the little things

I love macro photography. It forces you to slow down, and take notice of what is around you. There is something really so wonderfully involved about focussing in on the minutiae of life. It’s a bit like discovering a secret world – the more you delve into it, the more you want to explore. And suddenly something as small and insignificant as a blade…

tell me a story

© Robert Frank, Mabou 1997 – image reproduced at Mutual Art opening line Stories are necessary, enchanting, evocative things; but they can also be the means by which our dreams are traduced or defused, defiled or filed away. We learn to read sideways. We learn to read by the light of secret planets and signs. Excerpt taken from From one state to…

onwards

So, I’ve been running a lot lately, which (partly) explains my sporadic posting. I’m not really a runner. I have set myself a lot of goals in my life, but never physical ones. Physical exercise is not really my thing, and it’s making me pretty exhausted a lot of the time. Still, even though it is hard, tiring, sometimes quite monotonous, and…

birdwatching (II)

I don’t often photograph birds, mainly because I’m not a fan of big unwieldy telephoto lenses. It is not because I don’t like birds; quite the opposite in fact. Although I don’t confess to being an expert, I can spot a few more common varieties, and I appreciate their beauty and grace. More recently, my six-year old daughter has become obsessed with birds, and…

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breathe

When I push the shutter release, I close my eyes. (Annelies Strba, from Shades of Time) breathe, 2014 I have done a lot of reflecting during this holiday period. I’ve read a lot of blog posts and facebook updates about fresh starts and being thankful and realising what’s important, and all that. I’m not knocking any of it. It’s all good and true, of course. It’s…

grace

There is a quiet sort of grace in the gentle ebb and flow of the world around us; the sparse, sinewed kink of flowers against a stone wall; the comforting swell of a hilltop on a mountain walk; the twist of the dying roses’ sepal artfully languishing in an old glass beer bottle of a busy café. Even the merest ripple in a lake on a still…