A little throwback to the summer with some pictures I took while passing front gardens.
It has now been seven years since I started Some Photoblog.
Congratulations to me!
Here they are, enjoy them.
Photos taken in Heaton Park.
Be like the flowers, look up.
These were taken with my smartphone.
A simple title for a simple post. Following on from my previous entry.
I love my close-ups.
My internet was down from Saturday evening till sometime on Monday (I had to go to the office to work and when I got home it was fixed) so I couldn’t make a post on a Sunday as usual. I always work on the blog on Saturday night or Sunday and schedule posts for the week, so this just threw my whole routine out of the window (in addition to ruining my weekend). Anyway, all’s well now.
Enjoy the sunshine and happy summer solstice!
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.Anne of the Island, L.M. Montgomery
Marilla said to Anne that she’d get tired of it. To which Anne replied that she supposed so, but it would take a long time.
It’s time to honour the Queen again, the real queen of crime and books and storytelling, still one of the best selling writers in history, Agatha Christie. I finally managed to make still life photographs that I’m happy with–the trick was using one particular table I bought in December (and thought I would end up not needing for anything) as a background. Also Mr Kipling’s French Fancies.
I went with Miss Marple this time, as she tends to get outshined by Hercule Poirot. That’s understandable–there are more Poirot books than Marple books. Miss Jane Marple first appears in The Murder at the Vicarage, released in 1930. She’s lived her whole life in a little fictional village of St Mary Mead. At first glance, she appears a very unremarkable old spinster who knits, gardens and takes part in church activities. Then she blows everyone’s minds by solving the murder.
Living in a village gives Miss Marple an opportunity to observe people and study human nature. And, as she always reminds her nephew, Raymond West, human nature is the same everywhere, village or city.
This edition of The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side featured in my previous post, Agatha Christie Paperbacks with (maybe) Tom Adams Covers. What I didn’t realise at the time was that this cover is taken from John William Waterhouse painting The Lady of Shalott Looking at Lancelot. (I touch on Waterhouse in this silly post.) The book title is a line from Tennyson’s poem The Lady of Shalott, which also inspired Waterhouse’s painting. Without giving too much away, the mystery has nothing to do with Arthurian myth, it refers to a look on the face of one of characters, Marina Gregg. Miss Marple, who wasn’t even present when Marina had that look and is merely told about it by a friend, uses this tiny detail to crack the mystery.
The Moving Finger is one of my favourites. It features my favourite couple of all Agatha books, Jerry and Megan, and Megan is also one of my favourite characters. She’s got no job, is not in education and has a stepfather whom she dislikes. The early 20s me could relate to this a lot. Unlike the other two, The Moving Finger does not take place at St Mary Mead but a different village. Miss Marple is there on a visit–luckily for the residents, she’s able to catch the culprit.
Miss Marple knows that it’s a wicked world with very wicked people in it and she expects the worst from everyone, but she still keeps a kind heart. And that’s what makes her so great.
I took these in my park with my smartphone. It had just stopped raining.
The title says it all–enjoy!