tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post6111126545696354320..comments2024-03-24T14:37:32.309-04:00Comments on Morning's Minion: Seasons BetweenMorning's Minionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-62225457782414737402009-10-18T09:08:45.682-04:002009-10-18T09:08:45.682-04:00I too enjoyed your wonderful evocation of the autu...I too enjoyed your wonderful evocation of the autumns of your childhood MM. It took me back to my own. Walking to school through village lanes, finding chestnuts and acorns underfoot and watching the farmers and small holders gather their harvest in.Dartford Warblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04352965211143836326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-51602549121372323832009-10-17T22:59:23.238-04:002009-10-17T22:59:23.238-04:00Al: Your comment has captured the security that I ...Al: Your comment has captured the security that I instinctively sensed at my grandfather's house. It was a far more intriguing place than the little rectangle of a house that my parents had built just over the road. The rhythms of his farming life, overlaid by the cycle of the seasons set the pattern for my own life.<br />Chris: I hadn't thought of the reflection on the camera lens as catching the eye of the ducks and birds, but that seems possible. My new camera has a wide view finder which reflects my own face and objects behind me when I'm trying to focus--very annoying.<br />BB: I think you are right about modern families--all too busy to do things together, simple things which make a connection to the earth and the weather and between the generations.<br />I grew up next door to my maternal grandfather, my grandmother having died when my mother was only 9. My Dad's father passed away when he, one of the younger siblings, was in his teens and our relationship with his Mother was rather a formal one of visiting on holidays and sitting stiffly in the tiny stuffy living room.<br />Angie: what a cunning way that would be to take the best photos! By the time I have even my "point and shoot" camera turned on and focused the wildlife has taken off on wings or four legs.<br />Thank you all for the comments.Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-30870815041075363522009-10-17T13:30:44.397-04:002009-10-17T13:30:44.397-04:00First I was drawn in by your beautiful shots but t...First I was drawn in by your beautiful shots but then your words captured me and I was enthralled right to the last word.<br />Had to smile about the lost mallard shot ... how I wish that we had cameras fixed to our eyes and all we needed to do was queeze them shut and we recorded what we saw ...in 'the blink of an eye'Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12177505346903016669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-61842680192958436002009-10-17T04:09:51.079-04:002009-10-17T04:09:51.079-04:00What lovely photos, and SUCH an evocative piece of...What lovely photos, and SUCH an evocative piece of writing about your childhood memories. How I wish I had memories of my grandfathers. Sadly, both mums' parents died before I was born, so I never knew them, and my paternal gran died back in the 30s. I don't remember my paternal grandfather as he died when I was only about 3 years old, but he did know me, which is some comfort.<br /><br />Reading about your memories makes me realize how simple skills and knowledge are passed down through families - what a shame that these days, the parents don't seem to have that many skills or knowledge or memories . . . to pass on. I feel that is a terrible indictment on modern families.Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-22164482847705361732009-10-17T03:36:39.241-04:002009-10-17T03:36:39.241-04:00It's late and I have to come back later to dwe...It's late and I have to come back later to dwell on your beautiful writing. But as for birds flying away when you turn the camera on them, I have decided that they can see the glint of light or reflection on the lens and they take off. Missed a lot of good shots because of this.ChrisJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11550420299395301062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-73887991898101844602009-10-17T01:15:11.257-04:002009-10-17T01:15:11.257-04:00Hullo MM,
Beautiful. As you know this kin...Hullo MM,<br /> Beautiful. As you know this kind of post just sings to my sensibilities. This is a lovely elegy to family and to childhood. Very evocative. <br /><br />I had such a strong picture of the wee lassie o' days past sitting on the doorstep, held in place by the familiarity of the house behind, knowing it was the very best place to be, but not yet knowing why. I walked with you and the bulging cheeked squirrels home and could feel kicked leaves on bare legs. <br />I heard the tractor chuff and the tatties being 'howked', could almost smell the tatties and shaws {stems} and hear the snick of the axe passing through the split logs.<br /><br />Cheers, you have given me a lovely start to the day.<br /><br />kind regards....Al.Alistairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16667242161539996736noreply@blogger.com