New terms

Airy border Rosemoor_72

A garden in between

rosemoor 16, whites_72

Last whites..


Dartmoor in September

This shift from August to September is one of my favourite times, especially out on the hills..the purple and green of heather, the yellow (and scent!!) of the gorse, the light spikes and smear of grasses, and the changing skies. And there’s something about knowing that these places have gone through all this since they began, and you’re only catching a part of it.

I’ve been studying for a diploma in horticulture over the past year and it’s made me feel somehow even more connected to the things growing all around us. I remember that I am surrounded by and a part of the whole of things, from the tiniest ant to the largest tree.

I wonder if  looking through a lens or writing about these things will feel different, in the same way that knowing about a person helps a portrait?

17 thoughts on “New terms

  1. A quick search seems to say that you’re now in Somerset–how far is that from your usual haunts? The ‘scapes are so inviting and inspiring. It looks like a place where I could happily spend a considerable amount of time–again and again. It’s good to hear from you again, Cath!

    1. Hi Gary – Dartmoor and Crowcombe are just over an hour from each other, but they both have distinct characteristics I think.. Crowcombe has views of the sea from many parts, it feels really alive up there, I love it.

  2. I love the complexity and detail you see at that time of year. Congrats for doing the hort diploma! It sounds very energizing. I did a Botanical Illustration certificate program many years ago, and boy was that fun!

    1. That’s funny, we went to an exhibition of botanical art only a few weeks ago! I was pretty tempted to try the class too. And yes, me too, autumn brings out the detail, as does grey, tones and qualities you don’t see in bright sunlight..

  3. Your Crowcombe landscape is intriguing! A slice of path exiting abruptly from lower left; fields, hills and more distant hills. There’s a sense of walking and being suddenly stopped in your tracks. Caught, as it were, in the reality of the present moment.

    1. Thanks John, yes that’s just how it was – there are views like that all over where you just have to stop and look – it’s a really special place.

  4. Oh yes! Congrats on your field of study. Judging from your gorgeous portraits of these living things, I’d say that knowing them certainly yields an intimate and wonderful knowing of your subjects.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s