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River Ripples

You may have noticed I have a thing about water, light and reflections, and the abstract patterns which the mind can get completely¬† lost within if you allow it to roam within such an image. There is a narrow bridge crossing my local river which leads to a canal a stone’s throw away. This is the view of the river looking over the side of the bridge. This is how I saw it, tiny ripples forming as the cool water stirred over smoothened pebbles and stones just under the surface. Reflections of tree branches stretching out like flailing limbs, and the canopy of foliage almost like daubs of green paint where an artist has just let themselves go free in a creative flourish. As for the blue, well that just takes you out of this world.

Click and click again on the image to expand the view, and dive right in.

May 2018, local river, Staffordshire, England. © Pete Hillman

Down By The River With The Demoiselles

Banded Demoiselle Calopteryx splendens

With a break in the weather today, I couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend the last day of my short holiday but down by the river. The bank is quite deeply cut so after scrambling down I sat down and just listened to the sounds of the river flowing by and the bird song from the wooded slopes.

Banded Demoiselle Calopteryx splendens

There was three or four of these bright blue male Banded Demoiselle (Calopteryx splendens) damselflies fluttering over the river and the bank. Occasionally they would alight on nearby vegetation. Yes, these are slow-moving compared to the larger dragonflies.

Banded Demoiselle Calopteryx splendens

Banded Demoiselle Calopteryx splendens

I was fortunate enough to observe a green and golden female laying eggs amongst the river flora.

Banded Demoiselle Calopteryx splendens female

River

Down by the river with demoiselles, and another year older, what a beautiful day indeed.


Local river, Staffordshire, England. June 2017.

Under The Old Willow

On my local walk I often pass this old willow on the river bank. If you were to walk towards it, push back the tall grass and overgrowth, and peer closer at the moss laden boughs, you would see another world, a micro world of lichen and tiny mushrooms growing there.