Vesna Armstrong Photography

  "I've seen the purple heather-bell Look out by many a storm-worn stone And oh, I've known such music swell, Such wild notes wake these passes lone -  So soft, yet so intensely felt, So low, yet so distinctly heard, My breath would pause, my eyes would melt And my tears dew the green heath-sward - I'd linger here a summer day  Nor care how fast the hours flew by Nor mark the sun's departing ray Smile sadly glorious from the sky -  ~ Emily Brontë, from "A Farewll to Alexandria"~

  A photo diary of a photographer, nature lover, keen home maker and the Brontë Sisters fan Some beautiful grass seeds I'd never seen before. There is a vast amount of them in the field behind York Gate Garden Our gorgoeus great niece Inka on the day we were looking after her while her Mummy had a five month pregnancy scan. We learned that Inka is going to have a little sister at Christmas time. Beautiful nigella, love-in-a-mist I picked on a dog walk from the bottom of a wall. Must sow some seeds of it in my garden Self-portrait with rudbeckia and verbena taken during a bit of mindful time in the local park Picnic at Gotts Park Mansion. It was raining off and on and the benches at the mansion's colonnade were a perfect place for a spot of picnic. Shadow self-portrait. I stopped to admire the oxeye daisies touching the floor and noticed they seemed to occupy interesting places on my shadow beneath themselves Our doggo Midge waiting for his Daddy G to come home from work. There ...

  A photo diary of a photographer, nature lover, keen home maker and the Brontë Sisters fan I like making sausage rolls; everybody likes them. My doggo Midge hiding in the shade on an extremely hot day Canal boat on my way to TCV Hollybush Self-portrait in the window of a canal boat A supermarket cat; she is always hanging around my local Aldi's car park Afternoon rest station next to my sofa. In the framed photo on the left is Patrick Brontë, the father of the genius I am continuously inspired by. The image on the slate to the right is a present from our best friends. It is a transfer of my photo which has been licensed for a book cover eleven times! The post box I pass every day on my dog walks to the local park Bed within bed: our dog makes his bed in our bed Me and G with our best friends Dave and Liz. We were supposed to go for a walk, but it rained so we went to the pub instead Rainy day around Kirkstall Abbey  I'm not and will never be a wildlife photographer, but I lov...

"The Corn king gives his life for the land, we toast his sacrifice with ale in our hand, And eat the bread, from the harvest made, As sheaves of corn to the earth are laid. Transformation surrounds us, The harvest turned to food and drink, Now is the time to learn and think, Of what we can do to grow even stronger, As the summer recedes and nights grow longer. We share our rewards and bless the earth, That brings our fruitful abundance to birth, May our well-earned bounty reward our toil, As we harvest the seed and the grain from the soil." photo © vesna armstrong