A few months ago I got this parcel in the mail, wrapped in pages of an old calendar, no sender. It had this craft set of stacking or nesting dolls in it: the Gruffalo, the fox, the owl, the snake and the mouse.
I finally managed to paint the wooden calipers or boxes once I found out who had sent me the gift. They came from a friend from the UK who knew that I was a fan of the children’s book. I’m a fan of the Gruffalo.
I’m a Fan of … #98.
Monday Macro.
It can no longer be hidden at this time of year.
Whether it is kind of hidden in the twigs and branches of the barren trees
or openly displayed on top of poles and trunks.
And this particular nest has been empty for years and years and years. When I was little it was used by storks, then there were fewer and the nest stayed empty. Now their numbers are increasing and we have a sizable number returning every spring but they never took again to the nest up on the old tower, nowadays they live in the trees in the plain, closer to their food sources.
One Word Sunday: Empty.
and the subject is moving:
I used to delete such photos until my nephew asked: Why?
He’s right, of course. I wouldn’t have stuck these photos in a photo album but storage is not a problem these days. To be honest – the sense of movement, the essence of these animals, is somehow expressed through these less-than-perfect shots.
And occasionally a challenge comes along where I can even use these pictures.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Movement.
No playing with post picture editing but using different filters while taking the photo. One is called romantic, the other one dramatic.
pictures imperfect blog 