Sometimes I go out with a pre-conceived idea of what I might see and photograph (and you probably have some inkling of what to expect when you click on this blog too). But just occasionally I see a scene or a detail that I wasn't expecting and, even more infrequently, this might lead to a series of pictures; though not usually enough for a post of the length that I like. Let me show you what I mean:
Bright, sunny days are not the best for photographing in woodland, particularly when everything is the overwhelming green of mid-summer. Might it work out better in black-and-white?
Last year I found a whole field of peonies which, because of a shortage of workers, or perhaps because florists were closed by the pandemic rules, had been left unharvested. This year the farmer has opened up his fields for the public to "pick their own". It all looks very colourful, but I ended up taking exactly the same shots that I took a year ago. That is until I glanced down on the ground at the fallen petals and a few flowers that had been discarded and trampled underfoot.
OK, I'll admit it, peonies probably look better when they are their full glory beneath a blue, sunny sky.