Lupins, Lilies and Wildflower Garden by Byrdie
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Just some lupins, lilies and wildflowers growing in my garden, with a view of the field where the old ancestral homestead used to be. Alas, it no longer exists, having fallen into disrepair after the last of my grandfather's siblings passed on some time in the 1990s, and had to be demolished. If you look carefully, though, you'll catch a glimpse of the house my late mom grew up in. It is still standing and still lived in by a rascally old Uncle who may or may not -- it's been awhile since I visited -- have an equally rascally old dog and a couple of spoiled cats around somewhere.
And if you're wondering, yes, this is the same photo that was used in the making of "La Fille En Rose". Because the longer I kept looking at it, the more I kept thinking about the horses that used to be there and how they'd come right down to the fence looking for treats and attention from us kids. So it just seemed natural to make some art about a garden with a magical pony. ;-)
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PHOTOGRAPH DETAILS:
F Number: f 2.8
Make: Canon
Model: Canon PowerShot A2400 IS
Exposure Time: 1/20 sec
ISO Speed: ISO 400
Focal Length: 5mm
Date Taken: 2016/08/12 - 8:27 PM
Resized but not cropped. Otherwise unedited except for the basics (brightness, contrast, sharpness, signature) in Photoshop CS2.
Comments (6)
bakapo
A lovely photo with a nice story. I do hope the memories are all good ones.
Byrdie
Thank you, and yes, quite a lot of them are. In spite of all the craziness of some of the neighbours and even more of certain relatives. We ALL know people like those, eh? ;-)
ladylake
Great photo, Byrdie.
Richardphotos
My mother's home was burnt on purpose to kill termites. it was not much, but it was home
Byrdie
Oh dear! I cannot imagine an infestation that bad, we're pretty lucky not to get them in such large numbers. Perhaps they don't like our weather, but things are changing on that front so who knows? We didn't have snakes either when I was young, too cold for them to survive if any ever got out in the wild. But now there are quite a lot of them making their home around the Avalon and other parts of the island. So far none of them dangerous, except to mice and wild rabbits. Still good advice to watch out when in the woods.
Was nothing much fancy about the houses I remember living in and visiting way back then. But to me and the people I knew they were home. Hard labour went into the building and upkeep, some of it in very tough times. But it was a roof over our heads, a safe and (mostly, our winters were COLD!) warm place to sleep, and no loans or mortgages to pay off. Everybody helping each other as best they could to get the work done. If only we had more of that today instead of everybody trying to get not just ahead but rich. Filthy rich, no matter what.
Good heavens, I'm rambling. Again. Must be a sign I'm getting old. ;-)
Richardphotos
superb remembrance and memories
Byrdie
Thanks for the comment!
nemesis74s
Beautiful!!
anahata.c
wow, so your lineage goes back a ways, up there. And it sounds like a very colorful one too. Some real full-life characters in your heritage. It must be amazing to have grown up in such vast land. Having grown up in a huge city, I didn't see many horses...though when we went into the countryside, I saw plenty (along with cows and such). You were surrounded by beautiful nature. Your winters must be heavy-duty! A very sweet shot.
and your reply to richard (about the filthy rich today)---well said.
Byrdie
Winters were indeed heavy duty and sometimes still are. I remember more than once being yelled at so I didn't try to climb the big banks of snow that would pile up in the lane and get myself electrocuted. No kidding, back around 1964-66 we'd get so much snow the plows would take ages to get the roads opened and of course it all piled up. High enough so that it was all too easy in some places to accidentally string one's self up in a power line. Fortunately that doesn't happen much nowadays, mostly because the light poles are a good bit taller. Can still almost bury the house, though, if we get a good snowfall and big drifts.