Shot of the Day
There was a dense layer of fog over the town when I woke this morning which was to last for the rest of the day. I had a breakfast of toast and poached egg washed down with a pot of fresh coffee then headed off to the producers market. I had an interesting conversation with David Mcvittie (Big Deev as he is known locally) about when it is cheating and not cheating in photography, a subject that is debatable according to some. To me photography is as much an art form as it is a recording device. If you want to record an event or scene as it is that's fine but I see no harm in perking up what could be a dull flat picture. An artist would possibly omit a pylon in a landscape painting (artistic license) so why cant a photographer remove it?
After purchasing a scotch pie and a couple of rolls for my lunch I called in at Wauchope Cottage to see if Tootlepedal was interested in going for a jaunt after lunch even though the town was enveloped in a murky dismal fog and the chances of any interesting shots was minimal. We agreed to meet later.
Our chosen route was an easy walk along the Becks burn and round by Ha'Crofts. I say an easy walk but for some reason I found it hard to summon much stamina and didn't get the pleasure out or the walk that I should have, but Tootlepedal's excellent company made up for it.
Looking down on to a very murky town
We stopped and chatted with Wull Earsman who told us that he spoke to a chap who had traveled from Hawick earlier in the morning and there was lovely sunshine a just few miles up the road.
Looking over the Glebe field towards Gaskell's Walk
I wonder what has been burrowing into this tree stump?
Even though the weather was depressing to say the least, some of the shots have retained a certain atmosphere and turned out rather well.
The trees as we made our way down to the Becks burn seemed to filter out the mist.
Looking at the underside of these fallen Larch trees you get an idea how near the surface the roots are hence that's probably the reason so many fall in strong gales.
By the time I got to the top of these steps I had to stop and rest for a while, Tootlepedal who seems to go from strength to strength on his new knee kindly waited until I gathered some energy to go on. When we came to the road instead of turning left as usual and heading back towards the town I suggested we go the other direction for a short way for a change.
Tootlepedal stopped to take a shot of something interesting.
This is what he was interested in.
Somewhere among these trees is the remains of a Curling pond. As a young lad in the fifties I can remember the rink was quite visible but full of vegetation. When the trees were planted I cant remember. In the Spring time we would make our way up here to hunt for Frog Spawn and Newts. This would be frowned upon nowadays but we did very little harm and at the same time learned a lot about our local natural environment first hand.
The rink in 1896