Every year at around this time, I nick a couple of hours from whatever turgid task is currently causing stopping me finishing my novel, and look at the winners and runners up in the Wildlife Photographer of the Year competition.
It makes me laugh (look at the fluffed up raven, sitting in the snow). It makes me cry (look at the polar bear on the thinning ice). It holds me spellbound (almost all of them, but particularly the black and white of the hare).
The dedication and talent of these photographers is incredible, and it's a huge pleasure to look at their work. I should go along to the Natural History Museum and stand in front of the pictures - but I love being able to take my time, gazing at them with all the awe and wonder of a child at Christmas.
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i have seen the 'highlights' in the paper. not the same, but at least i know where you are coming from and after all, is where all my cultural knowledge comes from these days.
ReplyDeletei to am astounded at the skill and sheer graft that goes into these.
an inspiration to us all.
and, in other news, with decent cameras and outdoor beach activity going o in your life - why are you not entering such competitions?