February, the month when by imperceptible degrees the days start to lengthen and someone, well yes I mean me, is taken by surprise by the time, 5 O'Clock and still light, yay.
The snowdrops are in full flower and the daffodils are long green shoots and just waiting for their moment in the sun. Now is the time I like to look forward to the year ahead and wonder what new things I will see, what the year's weather will be like and
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| Small White (Pieris rapae) on buttercups |
dream of the warmer days to come when fluttering wings will be in fields and hedgerows landing on flowers and the
ferns will be unfurling. The latter perhaps I'm fonder of in photogenic clumps rather than in whole impenetrable swaths of fell-sides as they can make finding a pathway through rather testing at times. All this is in the future and at the moment there are chilly winds
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| Coniston Old Man |
but the only snow we have had this year floated down onto the fells so we had the pretty views without the icy roads.
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| Swans on Coniston Water |
In the first week of February the day that was so still that Coniston Water had not a ripple on it, only the ones made by these swans. This is also the very last photo taken by my camera for like a boxer with a glass jaw it has taken many knocks and bruises to its body and shrugged them off but did not survive its careless owner putting it in her coat pocket with a bunch of keys and damaging the screen. The finish for this trusty little Panasonic. (The photograph of the snowdrops at the beginning of the post is the first I've taken with my new camera, it will probably take me the rest of the year to get to grips with it, thank goodness there is always auto).
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at F
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