It was seven years after we started seeing one another that I finally got the chance to see what hubby had been describing to me, via many, many stories of his boyhood years growing up in the northern part of England, when he took me "back home". I remember thinking, as I laid in bed at night being lulled to sleep by one of his tales, there must have been an exaggeration factor mixed in because in no way could the wonderful images he was conjuring up in my head be, in actuality, so grand. Compared to my suburban childhood, his sounded surreal. But, I loved listening to them. In fact, to this day, I ask him to repeat some of his stories like a child does with his parents.
When the day finally arrived back in 1997 and my eyes caught the first glimpses of England from my plane window, I immediately realized that maybe, just maybe, his tales were no exaggeration. Even from the sky, I noticed the beauty of his homeland. It was mid-May and so much was in bloom. But, what caught my attention more than all the colors of Spring, was the lush green that expanded for miles and miles only to be interrupted by patches of brilliant yellow.
It was an hour and half drive from the airport to his hometown of Boroughbridge which gave me miles of opportunity to gaze at the lush green countryside dotted with sheep. The green was greener than the greenest of pastures here in the southern U.S. Little vignettes of farms and villages in the distance were a feast for my eyes. Unfortunately, back then, the photography bug had not yet bitten, and I only owned a little point and shoot that stayed in my purse until the car stopped. Nowadays, even from the interior of a car whizzing past at 65 miles an hour, I won't stop shooting.
North Yorkshire Countryside dotted with Sheep
Another image that will always make me yearn to return are rape fields in bloom. Never heard of a rape field ~ click here. This crop was what ended up being the brilliant yellow patches I saw from the air. In May, the crop is in full bloom and every time we've traveled over, since then, has been during May (which also happens to be a wonderful month for more than normal sunshine and moderate temps). On our last visit two years ago I finally had to tell hubby to pull over so I could walk through one.
Jillsy Girl in a Rape Field in bloom
and even though the fields that Sting sings of in this song are barley fields,
the following song always brings to mind the rape fields in bloom and being in North Yorkshire.
(which happens to be not too far from where Sting grew up)
This post just gives a glimpse of the beauty of hubby's old stomping grounds, but in coming weeks, i thought it might be nice to share some of his tales and adventures with you, using his input. He has agreed, surprisingly, to do so. Next up will be one of his most favorite places ~ Sutton Bank. I'll try to sit him down within the next week or so.
and for those of you who may be wondering....no, this is not the new endeavor I am working on!
Dave (from the former Hambo Central) forwarded me an article
featuring high speed photographs by photographer, Scott Linstead.
I was so blown away, I just had to share them with you.
I know my photog blog buddies will be especially intrigued!
to see more photos, there is a link at the end of the post
I know this photo is somewhat grotesque, but at the same time, extremely fascinating. I did a bit of research to figure out exactly what Scott captured here and how a chameleon catches its prey.
from wikipedia ....
Chameleons have very long tongues (sometimes longer than their own body length) which they are capable of rapidly extending out of the mouth. The tongue extends out faster than human eyes can follow, at around 26 body lengths per second. The tongue hits the prey in about 30 thousandths of a second. The tongue of the chameleon is a complex arrangement of bone, muscle and sinew. At the base of the tongue there is a bone and this is shot forward giving the tongue the initial momentum it needs to reach the prey quickly. At the tip of the elastic tongue there is a muscular, club-like structure covered in thick mucus that forms a suction cup. Once the tip sticks to a prey item, it is drawn quickly back into the mouth, where the chameleon's strong jaws crush it and it is consumed.
about this high speed photographer....
Photographer Scott Linstead, 33, goes to extraordinary lengths to capture pictures in which creatures appear frozen in time. The former teacher spends up to a week arranging the lighting and phototraps which trigger the camera and flash. The human eye and reaction speed on the shutter release button are rarely quick enough to take the photos manually.