365:85 The sun was strong

365:85 The sun was strongCor, 85 is a difficult number to do. I looked to events in history and found that in 1484, William Caxton printed his translation of Aesop’s Fables. I set up ready to photograph my Folio edition, and failed to find it. I probably never owned it. It’s entirely a figment of my imagination, I suppose. I hate old age.

So, what to do? I took a look deeper and I came up with the tale of [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_North_Wind_and_the_Sun]The North Wind and The Sun[/url] where the sun is proved the stronger by being able to make the man remove his cloak.

Well, as they say back in the region of my birth: t’sun were crackin’ t’flags today. Bah gum. Flippin’ ‘eck – and other such expressions of surprise. It has been a long winter but today the wind had dropped and the sky was blue and the sun was shining on the little skylarks who were singing their tiny hearts out.

I took off with my camera to Lady Kirk in the company of [url=http://www.blipfoto.com/SpinningGill]Life on the 59th Parallel[/url] and I have to tell you that [i]clouts were actually cast[/i]. Yes, that crafty old sun actually got me out of my fleece.

Here is one of the pics that I took whilst we were out. It’s an HDR merge of three bracketed exposures and is a peekaboo shot, taken through a hole in a headstone. Who knows, maybe the person commemorated was aged 85 at demise… if that were true, it would be almost like a plan came together, wouldn’t it?