Lock down changed everything. The world was suddenly empty and quiet. No people about or cars moving. Part way through the month the weather changed from rainy to sunny feeling like we had gone straight from winter to summer.
It also allowed me to take photos that I would never normally get. Being confined to one place also got me doing different things just for variety since I soon ran out of the subjects I would normally photograph (except flowers)
Covid finally arrived and despite the government trying to ignore it. This was the month lock down started.
It continued to rain, a lot. Spring was here and the flowers were appearing which gave me something to photograph other than puddles and wet streets. Covid provided me with some photos that have taken on a meaning that they wouldn’t have otherwise.
February was when Covid started to get closer and look pretty frightening but still not quite real.
Despite it raining a huge amount I got out to take photos a couple of times when there was some sun. As it was almost spring I could start to take photos of a favorite subject, flowers. It also turned out to be the first time I started taking photos of a subject that became a regular topic later, Leaves.
As we are almost at the end of the year its time to look back. I intend to put up an post for each month of the year in the next few weeks. They will be mostly photos unless I can think of something to write as in this case.
January the start of the year and part of a very long wet winter. Global warming means even more rain than we normally get here apparently. It also means that we wont be seeing traditional cold frosty and snowy winters as much. This January also had giants roaming through the streets.
Lament for lost winters
The dull weight of the clouds crushing me down on a dark winters day No wonderful blue/grey light or sparkling clear skies No frost shiny pavements or twigs cloaked in a coat of white No twinkling night skies with their carpet of stars Just rain threatening clouds hiding the light crushing the day under their smothering weight