Oilseed, SteamPunkery and interesting Clouds

Noticed that the fields of oilseed were all gittin nice and bright yellow, so I thought to myself, what would compliment a field of bright yellow flowers? I know I thought, My mate Mustang Sals bright red hair!  So I said to Sal, “Hey Sal, can I borrow yer  hair?” And bless she said I could, but only if she came along to make sure it was ok. I had no problem with that cos she loves to dress up and makes a perfect “frontdrop” to a field of flowers.

Well now this here April has been livin up to its habit of lots of unpredictable showers. One minute its sunshine and t-shirts and then in the blink of an eye its tryin to wash you down the street, or rattle your brains with hail. The one upside is some quite spectacular cloudage all over the place, and the morning we went out looking for a location to have us a little photo shoot that nice man in charge of interesting clouds didn’t let us down. Sal had donned a sort of Gypsy Steampunk get up which was pretty funky,  and we had sun (intermittently),  we had interesting clouds, we had red hair and we had fields of bright yellow oilseed. GET IN 🙂

We found an excellent location, a track crossroads surrounded by flowering fields on the brow of a hill. I found a ditch, ( regular readers of my blog will know that I have a tendency to fall over/into/under/on top of things) and when I had recovered,  realised that it was an excellent vantage for some low angle fun photomatography stuff. And so off we jolly well went. The light kept constantly changing so I was using lots of fill flash to try and keep up. It was loadsa fun and full of sillyness, and we had a great time. Sal isn’t a model, but she’s up for a larf!  Some of the best shots were when I got her to yell obscenities at the top of her voice, good job twas in the middle of nowhere, may have offended a passing duck, but HeyHo there you Go 😀

Here’s a few of first the to be processed. Got loads and loads more to be gettin on with, lots of experimenting to do, Thinkin Mono, thinkin textures, thinkin funkyness!  Still it keeps me off of the streets!

©LeeThornberry 2012
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Shingle Street to East Lane

Quickie post from t’other days blunderings. The Row of Martello towers from Shingle Street in the north to East Lane Bawdsey in the south. The little structure in front of the furthest martello, East Lane, is the Gunnery Observation tower from the last post.

Killer Views, Ride on Mowers and unexpected Skips

Got around to a bit of processing after busyness and some sillyness and some crunchyness. Took a trip back out to Bawdsey as there is so much to poke around in out there. I had another good nose about East Lane with all its coastal defences both modern and old. Then a trundle around Bawdsey church and met an interesting character and learnt some of that there local history stuff. And then mosied on up to that thar Shingle street for a different perspective on the Martello towers of the area. All in all an excellent day and lots for Mr Nikon to be gettin on with.

I love the old WWII Gunnery observation tower situated in east Lane. It looks really grumpy, it wanted to be a Martello tower, but they ran out of curves. The top image shows the different generations of defences built up in the area over the years. In front and slightly south of it (there is actually a road running between them) can be seen a cylindrical WWI pillbox, and then to the north in the distance can be seen three Napoleonic Martello towers up as far as Shingle Street.

Generations of Defence ©LeeThornberry 2012

The next image is taken from inside the concrete encasement of the actual gun battery. That there wet sea stuff is behind me.

View from the Battery ©LeeThornberry 2012

You can still gain access to the interior of the tower, it has three floors, the external steps take you to the first floor where I took the north and south images. The ground floor is partially flooded so I gave it a miss. Couldn’t be Arsed, fair weather photographer me 🙂  To the North across the man made meres can be seen the line of Martello towers

View North ©LeeThornberry 2012

And to the South can be seen Bawdsey Martello, which has been done up all nice and cosy and is inhabited.

View south ©LeeThornberry 2012

The first thing that you notice when entering the tower is the poem on stenciled on to the far wall. After a bit of that Goggling malarky on the inteweb thingy I found out that it was part of an installation art project by artist Bettina Furnee details of which can be found Here, Prisoner of War . Its worth visiting as the text that she used, sadly no longer there, was based on the spoken memories of locals who lived in the area during the war. Some of them made me laugh out aloud.

Identification

At the end of the war the area was used as a prisoner of war camp and I its main job done the tower became part of that.

Prisoner of war
Prisoner of war reflected

I would have had these images up and running sooner, but I had a funny old day yesterday. I went to help a mate out doing some of that there gardening work. This basically entailed me zooming around on a sit on mower all day and having great fun making whooping noises, leaping small gullies and generally having the time of my life.I can now add this to the list of things that I have always wanted to do, and done 🙂 It may nor seem that big a deal, and I have in the past driven much larger scarier bits of kit, cut down trees, jumped out of aircraft, blown up stuff etc etc. But until yesterday had never driven a ride on mower. So I was pretty chuffed.

The general feeling of Chuffedness lasted until about the time I backed my car in to the mini skip that I had failed to notice, in my defence I was trying to avoid several trees and a slightly mad Great dane at the time, and the skip remained un noticed until the the car made alsorts of hitting a skip noises. HoHum! Spent the rest of the day organising insurance, replacement car and stiffling the laughter of my friends. I must say though that my mate Sally seemed to have rather too much fun attempting to release the hatchback of my car from the skip, using claw hammers, heavy duty chisels, and a bloody great crow bar! That’ll teach me to Skip over the details . . . . :-/

However! I shall return later with more Bawdseyness and some Shingly Streetness from the previous days photographic Blundering

Meh!

Well I’m a lookin out of the window on a Bank Holiday monday, and quite frankly I’m not impressed. I specifically put in a weather order for bright conditions with interesting clouds. Words will be had!

Here are some examples of what should have been happening out there. Stupid ministry of weather! Sort it out!

Stooks and Sheeves at Sweffling 2 ©LeeThornberry 2011
Stooks and Sheeves at Sweffling 2 ©LeeThornberry 2011

No Visitors Thank You!

No one likes to be interrupted, with this in mind the Govt of the time threw up 103 Martello Towers around the south and east coasts of England  from 1804 to about 1812. “KEEP OUT!” and “GETORFFMOILAND!” Big Stylee 🙂

I like a good old trundle around the local coastal defences, they kind of give off a grumpy solidness which I can relate to. I want one!

Cloverleaf Martello Aldeburgh Gate at Sunset ©LeeThornberrt 2010
Cloverleaf Martello Aldeburgh Sunset ©LeeThornberry 2010

Times change but sometimes intent does not. A couple of hundred yards from the Napoleonic Martello Tower situated at east lane Bawdsey in Suffolk there is a WWII shore defence system built 140 years later. Same purpose different foe.

WWII Battery control tower in sea mist East Lane Bawdsey ©LeeThornberry 2009

Spring has Sprung in Butley Woods

Beauty of a day on Sunday so went for a blunder to see what I could find to blunder about and fall over in. Came across Butley woods which are normally private and full of GETORFTMOILANDyness, but on this occasion were open to the public for a small fee in aid of the Madame Curie cancer trust, probably as the woods were a bustin full of daffodils which is the trusts logo.

Lots of woodland tracks and paths swathed in daffodils, enough to make Welshman giddy!  Not a drop of Welsh blood in me so I was safe 🙂

Butley Woods 1 ©LeeThornberry 2012
Butley Woods 2 ©LeeThornberry 2012
Butley Woods 3 ©LeeThornberry 2012
Butley Woods 4 ©LeeThornberry 2012
Butley Woods 5 ©LeeThornberry 2012
Butley Woods 6 ©LeeThornberry 2012

But the best bit was when I got home. There was roast in the oven and the house smelt just a little bit bloody brilliant! 🙂