Wednesday, 30 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon

The buzzard's nest has become invisible among the new foliage. I've lost the chance to photograph the bird lifting off, its raptor thighs outstretched, from the thickened mass of twigs.

Tuesday, 29 April 2008

Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon

A rabbit, two ducks and a heron make off at our appearance. I regret our intrusion. The ducks circle, quacking, then return. We take the upper path to avoid them.

Monday, 28 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon

The sky steals the drama: luminous heaped clouds, upswept flares, rainy smears, cerulean between, a swatch of rainbow. Yet the jewelled gold-green land still plays out a fine supporting role.

Sunday, 27 April 2008

Up the road, and down towards la Tantouille, afternoon

The ploughed clay soil is chopped and tossed in irregular chunks, their flat, planes slick and smooth, catching the light and bristled here and there with stray tufts of grass.

Saturday, 26 April 2008

Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.

The floating flowers I can't name seem to grow more abundantly around the water's edge every year. Tiny, white with yellow centres, standing delicately proud of the surface, something fairylike.

Friday, 25 April 2008

Down the road, evening

The sky is so thickly plotted and pieced with the torn strips of jet trails, that a flash of real cirrus hides like a wildflower in a bed of cultivars.

Thursday, 24 April 2008

Plan d'eau, Dinan, last thing.

A quick run around the plan d'eau, then a town walk.

In the garden, last thing, a smell of wood smoke - someone has a fire still - and a skimming meteorite.

Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.

I sit on my coat on the damp bench in the sun, absorbing the water and sunlight. They freshen and air the spirit, smoothing out some of the doubtful creases.

Tuesday, 22 April 2008

Bon Abri, Hillion peninsular, afternoon.

We go to the beach collecting photographs, though it is misty and flat. We collect a lot of sand and take it back to the car (the old one, happily).

Monday, 21 April 2008

Down the road, late afternoon.

In the distance, against the grey fog, the black and white cows make their way homeward down the road, looking forward, I imagine, to a warm and companionable milking shed.

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Down the road, afternoon.

After the rain, the light makes the land and sky look like painting by numbers: flat, discrete areas of bold colour.

In the corner of a field, bright cobalt bluebells.

Saturday, 19 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon. I like Marcelle.

"Always with your camera." said Marcelle

"One never knows." I reply

" True. If you don't have it and you see something, then you say 'if only I had my camera!' "

Friday, 18 April 2008

Down the road, afternoon.

Walking briskly, just to the corner, rain all day. I'll light a fire when we get in; a bright fire on a cold wet spring evening is a cheery thing.

Wednesday, 16 April 2008

Streets of Lannion, lunchtime.

Mol is in holiday mode, pounding the pavements and sniffing the corners of a strange town, sitting patiently under a restaurant table to be fed tidbits, from Tom, not me.

Tuesday, 15 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon

North facing on the watershed, we're the last to know about spring, first to say goodbye to autumn.

Only now, a single cherry flower passes it along, she's heard something...

Monday, 14 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon

'Golden girls and lads all must
As chimney sweepers come to dust'

is all about dandelions. Their jolly yellow heads turn to chimney sweeps' brushes, then blow away as dust.

Saturday, 12 April 2008

St Igneuc, afternoon

Iso and Ilan and Athos and Pippa and Molly and I all went walking. The wind was chill, but baby and dogs were snug and warm in their fluffy coats.

Friday, 11 April 2008

Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon

We hurry round in the chilly air having dropped off the garagist, regardless of floating flowers and spring leaves, eager to get back to admire the new shiny silver arrival ...

Thursday, 10 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon,10 x 3

Marcel's purple aubretia,

Crabtree in leaf,

Layers of landscape,

Oaks still bare,

Tractor spraying wide,

Oddly ordered cattle,

Indolent red bull,

Two yellow plants,

Faraway blue sea,

Walking into April.

Wednesday, 9 April 2008

Woods above Moncontour, morning.

I walk hard, without pausing, to the closed Chapel. We sit briefly, touch the stones, return, short of time. Light, air, water, calm slightly the annoying chatter in my head.

Monday, 7 April 2008

Down the road, afternoon.

An anomalous burst of sunlight causes the eolians on the plain below to stand out like six strange angels, the grain silos like the celestial city. A kestrel hangs above.

Sunday, 6 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon

The oddity of grains of snow falling on spring flowers out of a sunny sky. If what they say is true, the Inuit must surely have a word for it.

Saturday, 5 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon

My very large neighbour Josette and her quite large dog Dolly chug towards me in her very small voiturette, and stop. They are, I learn, looking for a lost cat.

Thursday, 3 April 2008

The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon

A tranquil place, though not quiet. The sounds of water pouring over rock, a low hum of traffic in the valley, thushes, blackbirds, robins, a woodpecker's yaffle, an onomatapoeic chiffchaff...

Wednesday, 2 April 2008

Woods above Moncontour, afternoon.

A carnage of tree felling affords a wealth of photographs.

A small plaque on a stick in a slough of mud announces the obvious - 'boue'.

Anemones, celandine, periwinkles, primroses, violets.

Tuesday, 1 April 2008

Up the road, evening (after the change of hour).

Late light evenings, after-dinner walks, compensate for pre-dawn starts again. The air is cooling, thickened with birdsong; we sniff and look at and listen to the world around us contentedly.