Foxglove Lane Facts Friends this is my 200th published post and there are another 157 that are still in draft. I have been blogging for 28 months and have uploaded almost 1,000 photos here. Foxglove Lane has had over 261,000 pageviews. As I started out with one very short post and one tiny photo, today feels like I have come . . .
Summer Bay
If Ireland is green then Australia must be blue. It's Autumn but the sun is bright and the air is as balmy as one of our best summer days.She left Ireland 30 years ago to go and live down under. She described her choice as the only option left to an . . .
Summer morning in an Irish country garden
The morning begins with 6 ducks swimming right to left in the lake at the end of the field. Then shortly afterwards 8 ducks swim back in the other direction. I am on pause. At 5 in the morning, after weeks of travelling and seeking I am slumped in a chair in front of the familiar . . .
Mid-summer
In Midsummer now brightest green and lush lasting only moments counting every one through one half shut eye land bathed in light still promising so many balmy days ahead . . .
~Another evening amongst the wild Foxgloves~
I've spent many years now photographing the stunning and exotic wild Foxgloves (Digitalis Purpurea) on the lane here. So when I started this blog 2 years ago I named it after them. A regular feature of childhood games, magical drawings in fairy stories and romantic cottage gardens, Foxgloves are an annual blissful . . .
Architecture, build it and they’ll come
In another dream life I live in the big smoke. Which city? Well any of them to be honest, but at the moment it's London. I wander around from theatre to cafe and from river to park, I write, I snap, I breathe. In any city it takes time to adjust to the . . .
~ In the bluebell wood ~
It's quiet here and in spite of the proximity to the road, it remains wild. Darker than usual, fresh leaves block the sky. At dusk the light fliters through at a rakish angle making long shadows and spotlighting the little blue flowers I have come to see.To get to the woods I have to hop a few walls and climb down . . .
~Light and shade~
The light is different here. In the fields and forests around me in Ireland I am mostly under muted grey skies, downright dark grey skies and bleached out light grey skies. (I won't even start about the rain!) Here in Australia while the sun is clear and strong, it is gone by 5.30, so from early afternoon shadows grow long and people move . . .
~In the Dreamtime~
A Kamilaroi story tells of a magnificent male Kangaroo, so overtaken by the dancing of the locals that he joined the circle and danced a special dance that is still celebrated today. The Dreaming of Aboriginal Australia, ed Jean A Ellis, 2006 I am learning about this concept of Aboriginal Dreamtime . . .
~Transported by a plush French cafe~
Was it the purple upholstery or the gold painted furniture? Was it the light streaming in from the early morning Sydney streets? Was it the perfectly coiffed French waitress, all the way from Brittany? Whatever it was, the shadowy interior of this cafe transported me to where the coffee was perfect, the home made marshmallow . . .
