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Me My Blog

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I regularly put forward a photograph or two to the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge and in July of this year I was freshly pressed for my wind turbine photographs but these photographs below are for a Special WordPress Photo Challenge:Inspiration.

The brief: To show a photograph of yourself doing something that inspires what you post on your blog.

Sounds easy right; it’s actually not. If you have a blog for photo sharing, how many pictures of yourself do you have taking pictures of something else? I am guessing not that many. I had to scour my photograph archives for a picture of me doing something in my garden. It is always me looking through the lens rather than having it pointed at me.

My husband took this photograph of me quite recently. I was going to use it as my profile picture but I discarded it in favour of something that didn’t involve a hat (or Wellington boots).

This one was taken at some point in 2010, I guess I was doing a bit of pruning or weeding.

But it isn’t just my garden that inspires what I write or the photographs that I take; it is the whole of the great outdoors. If I didn’t live in an area of such natural beauty with gardens to explore, trails to roam and great expanses of sky to marvel at; I really don’t think that I would take so many photographs, write this blog or be so interested in gardening and all that it brings.

 

Turbines

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This post was “Freshly Pressed” by WordPress on Thursday 28 June 2012, my thanks go out to all who have read, liked and commented. It has certainly made for a lively debate! 

Love them or hate them, wind turbines are a part of the landscape in many parts of the country now.

Last week I was in East Sussex for a few days, staying in a lovely blue painted clapper board house. To the left of the house there were imposing sand dunes formed of sand so fine and white you could be forgiven for thinking you were on a Caribbean island.   To the right lush green marshland spread out as far as the eye could see dotted with grazing sheep, fence posts, trees and turbines.

As happens when you have a small child away from the familiarity of his own bed, much of the night is spent getting in and out of your own warm bed to settle them back. 4 am seemed to be a favourite time to wake which, if you ignored the bleary eyes and the raging need for a strong cup of tea, was a beautiful time of day. The sun was rising and the sky clear. The marsh had a fine blanket of mist hovering above it. The row of electricity generating wind turbines stood silent and barely turning in the early morning breeze.

Over three mornings between settling J back to sleep and padding back across the landing carpet to my own bed I took my camera to the window and took pictures of the turbines.