To find out more about this year’s photo challenge here on Travel Words, please read this post.
This month we are looking for Brown. The colour of Mother Earth. What browns can you find in your world?
I’m sure most people don’t think of beaches together with the colour brown – we associate a beach with golden or white sand, blue sky, blue sea and brightly coloured beach accessories. So it is an interesting experiment to go to a familiar place with a different perspective in mind.
This is the first post of 2017 from my flower blog “Earth Laughs in Flowers” which I ran from 2013 – 2020. Since then it has been in hibernation awaiting travels to new gardens. Which didn’t happen last year for obvious reasons and may well not happen this year, though I remain hopeful.
“I have been showcasing my new garden (2016) on my Cornwall blog this year, but for you lovely people who follow me on this garden blog here is a review of some of the delights that I found growing in my garden this year.
So thank you once again for all your visits and likes and comments and I wish everyone a happy and healthy new year xx”
This post is a contribution to Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Have you got a post you wrote in the past on this particular day? The world might be glad to see it – either for the first time – or again if they’re long-time loyal readers.
And may 2021 be a much better year for everyone – happy gardening!
After a long (and strange) year running a weekly photo challenge that didn’t really go as planned (due to no travel at all in 2020) I am going to spend this year looking at colour (which was one of my monthly themes).
Colour affects us all – it can ignite our senses, change our moods, our perceptions, our choices of what to wear or how to decorate our homes and even how we think of places – from the grey, hazy blues of a winter sky to deep cobalt blues of a summer sea; fresh, bright greens in spring or grey-green olive trees and blue-green eucalyptus; a bright red ladybird; freshly fallen snow; an orange butterfly or a pretty pink painted house.
I am not going to be delving into the psychology of colour – there are plenty more qualified people out there who can do that – no this year is all about having FUN. So get out there or look through your archives and choose the photos where a particular colour makes a statement.
Each Sunday I will post one or more photos for the chosen colour of the month. If you want to join me then simply post your colour photos and link to mine in a comment or via a pingback. Together, with the tag colour21 I can easily find your posts in the Reader.
The colour will be changing monthly on the first Sunday of each month so plenty of time to post any time during the month.
I look forward to seeing the colours in yourlife whether from nature or other sources.
“Colour is the place whereour brain and the universe meet”
The final assignment - Look through the images that you have used for this challenge throughout the year and select your favourite(s). Has focusing on a particular topic helped you become a more considered photographer? Challenged your skills? Expanded your creativity? Made you think more about what you photograph? How you compose your shots?
My first Christmas in the southern hemisphere took place in 1973 when I arrived in Cape Town after journeying overland from London via India then a ship from Mumbai to the port of Durban. Arriving in South Africa instead of Australia, which was where my destination was meant to be, was a bit of a shock. Having to pay for a ticket by boat out of the country was another shock and left me with very little money.
In South Africa, Christmas is in summer of course. Arriving in Cape Town after several days of hitch-hiking and seeing decorations including snowmen, Christmas trees and robins decorating the city was somewhat strange. Blue skies and sunshine with snowmen felt at odds. It was the strangest of times as I have explained before, in that I was working at a hotel in the city in the florist department, making table posies and helping with the suite decorations. I was staying with my travelling companion’s family until Christmas Eve when it was decided that I didn’t ‘fit’ and was told to leave.
My first Christmas in a warm climate was spent working in the hotel and then returning to the youth hostel where I had been lucky enough to find a bed. And on arriving back at the hostel I was invited to share the Christmas dinner that had been created by other ‘inmates’. It was not the best of days until then, as I was feeling very homesick, but I was made welcome and introduced to some lovely people, including a couple of New Zealand girls that I was able to spend time with in the coming month.
On that particular Christmas there were no presents, no turkey or Christmas pudding or even carol singing and no friends or family. So I am no stranger to an unusual Christmas such as many of us are facing this year.
But there were other Christmases in the sun as I remained in South Africa for many more years. Usually Christmas Day was spent on the beach, having a braai (barbeque) at home with friends or cold meats and salads (at the in laws in the Eastern Cape where it was even hotter). We still had a fir tree and decorations. And once I even cooked a full English Christmas dinner, but it was hot work!
But Christmas in a warm climate never really ever felt like Christmas.