A bejewelled Banded Demoiselle, aka Damselfly, pauses by the Avon riverside. This flash assisted shot is an ambition at long last realised 📸

I am proud to have taken this close-up of the Mayfly. Most of the photos I take out in the open, in the Big Green, I carry home together with a small cloud of instant recall. This is one of the main reasons I go “pic-nicking” in the first place.

For most photos, I can recapture my location, the sensations of weather, lighting and skies, my position facing the subject and the flavour and soundscape of my immediate surroundings.

More than these, I can often clearly recall, very many years later, my emotions and thoughts at the time of pressing the shutter. If I see and hear the “crackle of place” in my photo, and sometimes even enjoy the scent of the place, these are not gifts to be taken for granted.

The word Camera originally means Room. It’s a Time Machine for my wanderings. As “Doctor Who” says about the Tardis, “It’s bigger on the inside than in the outside”.

When I am at worship of the natural world, I am part of an ever deepening mystical experience, and I love to share far and wide. No picture of mine belongs to me after I share it. Anyone can share it for themselves.

The act of taking a photo of beauty brings me into Love’s Presence EveryNow