Saturday morning stroll
That was a sort of photo diary of a very gentle stroll around the lanes and woods. Unedited and as it came out of the camera - wire fences and all.To be honest, I was checking the camera's batteries - I tried some new ones, and all of a sudden, any battery only lasted four photos. Disaster! Especially in view of my trip to Kyoto, when an average day will see fifty photos, at least. I am thinking of replacing it with a newer, slimmer model that I can manually over-ride - rather than just point and play.My only ever other camera was a Retina IIIc, which the model that they took on the first successful climb on Everest (did you know it should be pronounced Eve-rest, like the guy it was named after?) It was lovely, with a Schneider Xenon lens, that had the front part interchangeable. And very light. I loved it.
The sun was warm this morning, but the air is still chilly. I think everyone is making the most of the sunny spell before the mists and murk of winter take hold. It was very restful to lean on the bridge over the river, and watch the leaves being carried along in the clear water. The bridge replaces an old ford, and when there has been heavy rain and strong currents you can see the old paving slabs on the bottom. Today though the water was clear and shallow, and the Youngest Daughter (who, in her late twenties, is beginning to appreciate the delights of walks in the Dorset countryside) pointed out that there was some other underwater stonework much further downstream that we had noticed before.
She also noticed that it was impossible to walk through the drifts of dry leaves without your feet making a kicking motion to add to the sound. Correct!