The seventh of this month (June) my aunt celebrated her birthday. She and my uncle have an amazing garden with plenty of interesting and beautiful things to shoot. This and the following three shots all come from their garden and yard.
This is a fake Common Kingfisher in a wicker basket with flowers.
For the birds that is 🙂 I love playing with the macro and super macro functions on the new camera. Which, by the way, is this one. Not a super fancy pro camera or anything, just a point-and-click but it has surprisingly good functionality and tweak options for one of that nature. And it’s a huge improvement compared to my old one. That one, which I had had since December 2003, despite a good 5 MP capacity, didn’t have tweak options and such so it was much more a matter of luck to get the really good photos. And now, with the new one, I’ve shot more really good ones in a one hour afternoon session than I would’ve with the other one in a week or two.
A sparrow visiting our weather cock.
Talk about pompous names for flowers…
This is a water dish for birds in my parent’s yard. Unfortunately for my mother though, over time, one of the two decorative birds has fallen off completely and the other one is on its way to the same fate… Fortunately for me, it provides a good photo opportunity 🙂
Lilac in my parent’s yard.
The broken and abandoned house of a snail.
It’s past its prime in blooming but the shape the petals are in now intrigue me much more than those of tulips in full bloom.
I killed dead my so-called-garden last Friday. It is empty now. Oh alright, empty save for the bits of small tree that are still in it (I did clip all the branches and such off…) and an astonishing amount of bulbs still left in the ground. I spent an hour with a little piece of the ‘garden’ that was maybe 20×20 cm and a bit of 20x30cm. I dug it out about 30 cm deep and ended up with half a bucket full of bulbs and bits of tree root. Sheer idiocy. And then to think I still have to excavate the rest of the bloody bulbs… Ghaaaa!
Anyway, this afternoon I’m visiting an excavation not very far from here where they’ve uncovered the remains of a medieval manor house. Today the site is open to the public and I wouldn’t be a proper archaeologist if I didn’t go and look, now would I? Mum is driving me there and friend Naga is coming along. I get giddy-ish just thinking about going there and walking around a dig site again in my trusty archaeology shoes (yes, I have archaeology shoes). I still don’t regret quitting archaeology though. No second thoughts or anything, it’s just nice to be able to do and experience archaeology from time to time.