Voluptuously Vivid and lots of Black

We have some beautiful geraniums in pots in our courtyard. The colour is an incredible rich and bright fuchsia which is almost impossible to capture in a photograph no matter the time of day or the light conditions. After numerous attempts I decided to try something a little different and photographed some of the older…

A Whiter Shade of Pale – Serenity

There are those periods in life when we encounter nothing but square pegs and round holes, minor irritations, major headaches, and cloudy skies. Such has been life on the hillside these last few days and as usual I have sought some escape and a little tranquility through taking photographs. Having experimented with a number of…

Broken Beauty

I have been planting some new roses in the garden this week and after the rain a few days ago one of them was left looking a little bedraggled and started to lose its’ petals.  Having cut the blooms back quite hard to encourage the rose to grow and settle in its roots, I discovered…

Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge #5

REMEMBRANCE She takes the tiny key from the chain around her neck and unlocks the box.  Taking care not to damage the brittle paper of the letter, she places it gently on the bed and arranges the other contents of the box around it.  The single rose has kept its’ colour but is so fragile…

Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge #2

COURTESAN  She looked into the glass one last time before crossing the bedroom floor to seat herself in composed readiness on the chaise longue. Except that this time she was neither composed nor ready.   She had seen it in his eyes the previous evening, a little less sparkle, a little less intoxication. She remembered their…

SPRING – Tender Tulips

Signs of Spring are appearing everywhere on the hillside now – tiny blue forget-me-nots, wild violets, the first cowslips, the early daffodils, even some very precocious iris are in full bloom seeking the warmth of the sun.   Opportunities for photographs abound and I have a score of ideas for posts for the coming days.   I…

Orchids – Strange exotic beauty

Someone gave me an orchid. I’ve never been quite sure whether I really like orchids or not. To one who loves the beautiful simplicity of daisies, they seem worryingly exotic, fleshy and organic, almost alien things.  It seems they have many symbolic connotations – strength, loyalty, luxury, virilty ( the name itself derives from the…

Winter # 3 – The Quietly Beating Heart

Here and there amidst the silver bare winter’s landscape are vibrant reminders that the pulse of life continues through even the darkest days and the longest nights.  The berries in the hedgerows and the hips of the roses are rich and blood red with the promise of Spring……..    ALL PHOTOS © JANE MORLEY  

Vintage Childhood #3 – Teddy Bears and Storybooks

I can remember as a very small child, long before my schooldays, sitting curled up on my mother’s knee as she read to me. “Read some more, read some more!” I would say as the final page was turned and she would smile and open another book and continue reading until it really was time…

Winter – Ghost Leaves

The colours on the hillside are changing now from their glowing autumn shades to the darker hues of winter. Nature’s astonishing architecture is becoming visible everywhere, in the bare branches of the trees, the hips on the rose bushes, the cones in the evergreens and in the fallen leaves which carpet the garden.  On our…

Glass, Glamour and a Vintage Dressing Table

My mother has a beautiful old dressing table. Since I was a small child I have been fascinated by it and all the shiny, glittery items that sit on top of it. A wealth of 1950’s glamour is captured in this piece of feminine furniture. A glass top to reflect the cut glass trays, jars,…

Double Vision # 1 – Mystery

Purely for the fun and the prospect of a little photographic adventure, one of my favourite blogger friends – west517 – and I have decided to start a new joint Friday feature which we are calling ‘Double Vision’.  With the simple format of a photographic dialogue across the Atlantic ocean – she being in the…

Little Acorns, Mighty Oaks……..

A while ago on one of our walks, Freddie the Labrador and I collected some splendid acorns and oak leaves. I fully  intended to snap a few pics while they were still fresh and colourful but haven’t somehow got round to doing it.  Today I was going to throw them all away as they’ve dried…

Sweets to the Sweet – BonBons and Marshmallows

For anyone with a sweet tooth France is probably the closest you can get to confection heaven.   Bonbons, dragées, macaroons, sweet cakes, patisseries, brioche, chocolate truffles, nougat, meringues – the list of sugary delights is long and enticing.  I have personally always had rather more of a weakness for savoury rather than sugary but…

French Essence #1 – Garlic

If asked to sum up the essence of French culture the average Francophile would probably come up with an impressive list, amongst which would undoubtably feature haute couture, Hermès, Coco Chanel, Dior, an array of philosophers, playwrights Voltaire, Molière, great novelists Victor Hugo,  cinema,  Brigitte Bardot, Gerard Dépardieu, Bordeaux wines, cognac, champagne, Paris, Versailles, Marie…

Kings, Queens, Knaves and Aces High

There is something exceedingly mystical about a pack of playing cards.  The notion of kings and queens, jokers and knaves, aces and hearts, spades and diamonds, even the language of cards is exotic and enticing, hinting at the medieval world of courtly love and ancient fairytales.  Somehow all of life is here in symbolic form…

Gold, Copper, Chestnut, Conkers – Hello Autumn!

I had a very different idea in mind for today’s post but as I strolled along the path through the wood after lunch with Freddie the labrador, we stumbled across some exciting treasures which simply demanded to be photographed.  Freddie was delighted to have found a fox poo and a badger burrow plus a few…

Vintage Childhood #2 – Dinkys, Corgis & Lesneys

A small homage to the vintage childhood when imagination was more valued than the microchip. Once long ago , before the invention of iPods and iPads and SuperMario Game Boys and Nintendos, my younger brother received for his birthday a very fine model garage.  It’s most distinguished attribute was a state of the art toy…

Vintage Childhood #1 – Monopoly

PLAYING Games My family ancestors have always been a rather competitive bunch even when at play.  My mother relates wonderful stories of Friday evenings spent with my father’s family in the 1950’s  surrounded by the numerous aunts and uncles (all 13 of them plus assorted spouses)  engaged in the serious business of a game of…

Chopin, Nocturnes, Sheet Music and the Brownies

As a small child I was encouraged by my mother to join the Brownies, an institution she had relished so much in her own childhood that she had gone on to be a Girl Guide and the veteran of many a Brownie and Girl Guide camping expedition.  At the time as a seven year old…

Silks, Bobbins and Bodkins

Beauty in everyday things Yet another button fell off a shirt today and in searching through my mother’s sewing basket for a needle and some suitable thread, I realised how many lovely old wooden bobbins she has collected over the years.  Some of her sewing treasures have been hoarded, others inherited from her own mother…

Apples, hornets and apple pie……….

The strange weather conditions of this year have left the orchard looking bedraggled and bewildered.  The spring cherries were waterlogged and the Maytime plums annihilated by hailstorms, now the apples, usually so abundant and wholesome, are rain-damaged and fast being eaten by wasps and hornets.  There is , as always a silver lining for someone….

All that glitters is not Gold

My mother was busy cleaning the family silver this afternoon – no, don’t get too excited, we’re not talking the Duke of Westminster here, just a few pretty spoons and an egg cup or two, but everything looked so lovely and shiny after she had buffed and polished, that I couldn’t help but scoop it…

Secrets and Keys

I have never quite managed to give up my childhood dream of finding the key to the secret treasure trove.  As a child the ‘treasure’ would certainly have involved a pirate treasure chest, ancient maps, doubloons, pearl necklaces, a sword and a skeleton, that sort of thing. Nowadays I have already found some excellent treasure here…

The Pomegranate, the Seasons and a few Greek Gods and Goddesses

Wandering around the aisles of the supermarket the other day, I came across the section devoted to ‘exotic fruits’. All kinds of alien forms and textures populate this particular aisle  – spiky, fleshy, hairy, succulent – all originating from countries I couldn’t hope to place on a map and all ultimately fascinating and mysterious.  Not…

Homely things #1 – Baking and Eggs

Images of Things that speak of Home………. As someone who is not overly gifted in the art of cooking – let’s be honest, a slice of bread in a toaster runs the risk of total annihilation at my hands – I take a surprising pleasure in the process of baking.  I still have my occasional…

Feather part I

Feather : Noun, adjective, verb ;  a single word suggesting many things – light, ethereal, flight, airborne, arrows, attack, quill, sharp, razor, pen, writing, Shakespeare, manuscripts, words, thoughts, deeds, imagination, heaven, angels…………………….    ALL PHOTOS © JANE MORLEY  

The Beauty of Imperfection – the art of Wabi Sabi…….

” Wabi Sabi” noun:  From Japanese culture :  A concept, an aesthetic and a worldview. Simply, an intuitive way of living which emphasizes finding beauty and perfection in imperfection and simple authenticity. Wabi Sabi accepts the natural cycle of growth and decay and believes objects gain value through use and age.        ALL PHOTOS © JANE…

The Beauty of Simplicity

“Truth is ever to be found in the simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things” Isaac Newton “The more simple we are the more complete we become” Auguste Rodin ALL PHOTOS © JANE MORLEY