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Tag Archives: River Wensum
Last Thursday … what a walk. For of the season, legs seemed not to be mine, though they finally got the hang of it. Meanwhile, the photo ops leapt out from all directions. In Norfolk a creek is a short stream … Continue reading
Not my usual subject when out with the camera, but these cars awaiting scrapage called loudly to me. #2018picoftheweek: Transport
I have posted a photo featuring graffiti for the #2018picoftheweek challenge before. Then it was on a stand-alone wall, in woodland. This time we’re under a bridge. #2018picoftheweek title: Symmetry. But what boggles my mind is how the artist accessed … Continue reading
Down below the water, beneath the bridge where once was a ford, the chalky bedrock glows. #2018picoftheweek: Looking Down The view is deceptive; the bridge is at least 10′ above the water; the water here is 4′ deep.
The photo was taken looking down from a bridge over the River Wensum, on the outskirts of Norwich, with a faster shutter speed than I’d usually use (the bridge parapet served as tripod), and I managed to capture the sparkles. … Continue reading
After the snow came the flood. Okay, so I exaggerate; it wasn’t that bad. Yet walking the Wensum Valley on Tuesday all I could see of the lower meadows were the protruding hedges and the tufts of the taller grass-hummocks. … Continue reading
In Celtic myth, water was the way to the Otherworld . . . We need only think of the Lady of the Lake, or the many offerings found in the Thames . . . swords, skulls and shields, for the … Continue reading
A fortnight back I took a walk in the Wensum Valley—Taverham to Ringland and back to Taverham, via the flooded gravel-workings of Costessey Pits. Alas, as I got off the bus the heavens opened and, apart from a brief spell, … Continue reading