Why I love the garden and its context - a walk with Bruegel

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Dear Monty,

This being the time between times, I have been on a short journey around my garden and the land above it in order to see it in its context.




















It has been such a bright day.
I have been walking with Toff the whippet on the coal tip above our garden.
Frosted
The hill and its gouged tracks looked like a 21st century Bruegel.





The wooded hill down to the post industrial town
The smoking stacks
The brightness of ice
The toned down colours
The posts and wires










































This industrial scene on the edge of the Brecon Beacons is where I am trying to carve out a small sanctuary.



This has been a day of bright joy.




Paul

Comments

  1. JohnK29 December 2014 at 18:17

    Which only goes to show there is beauty everywhere; sometimes you just have to look harder to find it.You should get someone to open a caravan site, though, just to keep Charles happy.

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    1. Paul Steer29 December 2014 at 18:33

      Yes ! In fact there are several old caravans parked on a plot of land opposite - he'd love them .

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  2. Anne Wareham30 December 2014 at 00:46

    Beautiful pictures!!!

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  3. Gardener in the Distance31 December 2014 at 10:01

    I love all your photos Paul...there is such a strong sense of place. What I want to do before I die is have a silver garden. What you have here reminds me of what I see in my mind's eye. Happy 2015 Paul!

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    1. Paul Steer31 December 2014 at 11:34

      Happy 2015 to you Faisal - the silver garden sounds intriguing - and what a privilege to be linked with inspirational thoughts across the other side of this orb!

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  4. Charles Hawes31 December 2014 at 17:25

    What a great set of pics. Thanks for your company and for all your smashing posts in 2014. Happy new year!

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    1. Paul Steer31 December 2014 at 20:17

      Charles - likewise - thank you. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your friendship.

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