Our family dog is a Siberian Husky, whom we fondly and endearingly refer to as “Big Stupid.” He naturally requires to be taken on walks quite regularly, and although he has now moved back to San Diego, I am sure he misses walking through the English countryside as much as I do. Today, a rainy and gray day that is reminiscent of the English summer, I miss it especially. So, here are some of my favorite photos to remember my time by.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Monochromatic.”
This week’s blog challenge was straightforward as I read through it: post a picture that only has one color. My first though, perhaps naturally, was to take a picture, apply a black and white filter, and move on with my life.
But that didn’t quite feel right. These challenges are designed to encourage me to grow as a photographer, not just as assignments to be completed.
I wanted to find a way to incorporate more than one color into an image, when I stumbled on this ol’ beauty:
This was taken along the River Kennet in Marlborough, Wiltshire. I originally was going to display it in my Blooms Along the River Kennet posts, but seeing as the blooms weren’t the focus, I decided to wait until the right opportunity arose, and I am truly glad that I did.
As I look at this picture in a more reflective light, I am absolutely stunned. The greens of a relatively mundane patch of grass are vibrant as they hum with life. The dew drops along the single blade of grass reflect a wide variety of colors, from pink to blue, with yellows, oranges, and even purples within every single droplet. Little white flowers seem to echo the green of their neighboring stalks, and the blade of grass dying, just to the left of the one supporting the water, has begun to decay, and now reveals the brown within the green.
Nature really is something special, if you let it be.
It feels like just yesterday I was landing in Heathrow, excited to see all that summer had to offer, including what adventures Dad and I would get into, and how many pictures we would take. As I board the plane for the twelve-hour flight home, I cannot believe how truly wonderful my summer was. My dad and I had an absolute blast, even if we were just having a pint at the pub, and there are so many pictures I simply didn’t get around to posting, so when I’m missing England, I’ll reminisce… But for now, here are my favorite photos of a busy summer.
Thank you, Dad, for not only supporting me for 21 years, but also for giving me an opportunity most kids only dream of. “Thank you” seems too small to let you know how sincerely I appreciate this, but for now it will have to suffice. I will cherish these memories forever.
Cheers, England. Until next time. Xx.
P.S.: The tags at the bottom of this post link to other blog posts from this summer. There are quite a few, but if you are interested in seeing the original posts, feel free to click around and explore!
The county of Wiltshire captivates me. It seems that every town, road, and even cobblestone has seen more history than is possible to recount in a brief blog post.
This summer, I utilized public transport to take me to a few different corners of Wiltshire, and one town that Ross and I explored together was Chippenham (pronounced: chip-in-hm).
We managed to visit on a beautiful and sunny day (a miracle, if you ask me!), and had an absolutely marvelous time just wandering around.
Long story short, if you’re in the area, check out Chippenham, even if it’s just to eat lunch in the presence of some of nature’s most beautiful creations!
In San Diego, there are two seasons: summer, which lasts from March through October, and the other few months, November through February, are “winter,” which just means that it’s a bit colder, but not
Today, I looked out the kitchen window and saw this beautiful display of color. Although it has been progressively cooling off the past few weeks, the days are officially becoming shorter and the leaves are beginning to change.
Goodbye, English Summertime. I miss you already.
Although there are many wonderful locations in Wiltshire to visit, Salisbury is one I find myself returning to at every possibility. After walking through town, you arrive at these triumphant gates… … and as this majestic cathedral pokes out from behind the trees… …I simply find it impossible not to be inspired. Standing in the presence of this glorious and absolutely beautiful cathedral, one understands why pilgrims would make journeys that would last years simply to pray. Although my journey will take a fraction of the time, Salisbury Cathedral is a place that I will visit as often as I can, even if it is simply to bask in all of its glory. If you haven’t been yet, check it out!
Is there anywhere you find yourself constantly inspired? Tell me about it so I can add it to my travel list!
Although August technically started yesterday, the weather here today is far better than the real August 1st. To celebrate, I’m stepping back to square one and simply appreciating the small town of Marlborough, and all the beauty it has to offer!
As always, please feel free to leave any questions or comments you may have!