Just now and again the juxtaposition of images is unsettling. Walking by this field of ready to harvest barley the barbed wire was at eye level - that path was lower than the field, please note!
The grain that nourishes - by the way, although barley is used for brewing, it's also a staple ingredient of Scotch Broth - is fenced in by tight parallel lines of sharpened steel.
Barbed wire is to keep in or keep out. It has its uses but by definition and design it does its work by fear or hurt. A reminder of the serious issues facing our qworld where grain and steel, food and defence, nourishment and threat, co-exist.
Then there's the moment the bee and the flower come together. Honey is the result of that more creative juxtaposition. Looking across St Cyrus bay, the micro drama of honey making plays out against a background of windswept dunes, distant sea and cliffs for a mile northwards.
Now, what's the flower? Is it a field scabious? In any case, one of my joys of walking with a camera is for just those moments of happening, when nothing unusual happens, except that I am there to see it, and paying enough attention not to miss it!
At Pitmedden open air Shakespeare and with time at the interval to enjoy the garden in late July sunlight. I love mature trees with a shape formed over years of weather, husbandry and growth mapped to context. This tree wouldn't have grown just like this, anywhere else. And over decandes pushing towards a century it has slowly spread and accommodated itself so that it looks just right.
Three photographs, entirely incidental, lacking any lasting significance, except for the presence of the photographer who notices, bothers and sees....