A deceptive title maybe for this collection of photos. Perhaps ‘The Spirit of Water’ would be more apt.
I wanted to capture the contrasts: the placid and the chaotic. And maybe I’ll forgive the water authorities for turning what had been a deep placid pool, excellent for swimming, into this artificial weir (Costessey, April)
Love the reflections. This is the River Tas- (Smockmill Common, Saxlingham, May)
So why do they call it Wash Lane? When I visited here last October it was a veritable river. I have since bought galoshes that reside in my backpack, always on hand (Saxlingham, May)
Is it a natural stream, or a man-made cut? Everywhere in the Norfolk Claylands are these little rills, and if you peer through the tress you’ll find darkling ponds. But most are too deeply hidden for the camera to find. This one was not. (East Carleton, May)
A woodland pool, where surely those water sprites play (Shotesham, June)
Same beck. Same woodland. Same enchantment. Same sprites
Shotesham Beck losing its magic as it emerges from the woodland glades to flow through the common (see previous photo-blog)
Dark and mysterious, Hellington Run (June)
A study in green.: the Yare between Whitlingham and Kirby Bedon (July)
Is that tracery of leaves in the sky? Nope, they’re waterlilies, growing here on the Yare at Whitlingham ( July)
Tracing back to source . . . or at least upriver. This is the Tas at Forncett St Mary
Illogically, this is the Tas yet further upstream. Yet it seems to be wider. Also, see that black dot? That’s a cat. It had its sights fixed on a moorhen that was hiding amid the vegetation. (August, Forncett St Peter)
I don’t know what theme I’ll give my next photo-blog. I am currently collecting photos of ‘fruits’. But that’s to wait till I can include some good shots of acorns and elderberries. Soon, I say, soon.