In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
There are certain subjects that I constantly take pictures of, like my dogs,
my breathtaking campus,
and, of course, my love (who is also my muse, but rarely allows me to photograph him).
However, one thing that I am perpetually amazed by– and take photos of every chance I get!– is the Pacific Ocean.
Being near such an extensive and vast body of water is humbling, to say the least, but it is also empowering.
Dipping my toes in the water feels like going home. It feels like hitting the refresh button.
Breathing in the salty air causes my true soul to resurface and renews my hope for the future.
Those crashing waves that dance eternally with the coast remind me of childhood, and waiting impatiently until summer to jump into that first wave. I hope that every opportunity I get, I will wade into the water and reconnect with Mother Ocean.
The Wilton Windmill was built in 1821 in a remote part of Wiltshire, and is the only working windmill in Wessex. The building of the nearby Kennet and Avon canal caused the closure of many watermills, and thus the Wilton Windmill was constructed!In the early 1920’s, in a changing economy, the demand for domestic grain decreased as the price of foreign grain decreased.
The windmill stumbled along for a few years, but ultimately the repeal of the act combined with steam roller mills and cheap bread lead to the windmill falling into disrepair until it was restored in 1976.
It is unique in that it is brick, when most were wood, and this, along with it’s remote location, are potential reasons that the windmill has endured the decades. Many other windmills either burned down (the sparks from the metal gears often caused this) or were torn down to make room for other buildings.
However, the view from the top was beautiful.
And though it was a bit rainy, cold, and windy throughout the day, the sky was breathtaking as it constantly changed, making each and every photo unique.
As much as Dad and I love going to pubs on the weekends, last night we participated in the 2015 Starlight Walk! This 10k walk raises money to support the Prospect Hospice, which serves families in Swindon, Marlborough, and North Wiltshire.
The walk began at 9pm, just as the sun started to go down, and was a beautiful beginning to the night
This walk was significantly improved by the volunteers who constantly encouraged us to “Keep going!”, both verbally and with this positive signs!
As the night went on, the glow sticks became more vibrant… … and near the end of the walk, we were treated to a brilliantly lit garden! Though the walk was tougher than anticipated, it was all worth it to raise money for a good cause, make memories by participating in this unique event, and receive this token to commemorate our effort!
Last Saturday, on the second half of our much longer than anticipated walk, the driver of The Floating Cinema canal barge (above) was kind enough to offer us a ride from one lock to another. While this act of generosity was interesting in and of itself (and allowed for some new photos!), it was also incredibly fascinating just to learn about The Floating Cinema!
Although normally stationed in London, the barge is traveling around England using the canals, and hosting events along the way.
One of these gatherings took place on Wednesday, the 24th of June at the Crofton Beam Engines (above). The oldest working steam engines in the world, it was constructed in 1807 and was absolutely essential to the building and maintaining of the canals.
My favorite part of the evening, though, was the entertainment provided by the Dead Rat Orchestra (above). These brothers sung folk music dating from the days of the canal builders, while also providing the history of the song and/or a comedic anecdote, and did so with a smile on their faces, a laugh in their bellies, and a beer in their hands.
Although we went to this event on a whim with low expectations, both The Floating Cinema and the Dead Rat Orchestra were worth the drive, and this event truly reflects one of my favorite professor’s sayings:
No one does history quite like the English! – Molly McClain
Due to the fact that the River Kennet is a chalk stream, this water has a chemical composition that is incredibly nourishing, sustaining a wide variety of organisms, and the blooms on the bank are a wonderful visual representation of this!
Along the canal, much of it is overgrown with native flora. While this lush setting, that is vaguely reminiscent of the entrance to a jungle, is quite beautiful, when there is a break, the rolling English landscape takes over. As my dad says, “It’s hard not to fall in love with it.”
On Saturday, my dad and I embarked on what looked like a short walk from Great Bedwyn to Little Bedwyn. Even though it was significantly longer, the Kennet and Avon Canal was absolutely beautiful, especially in the gray weather, and there were just too many beautiful shots to choose from. These are just the pictures along the canal, and tomorrow will be photos of the neighboring landscape!