We are a global circle of Lensbaby photographers who enjoy using all different types of Lensbaby in our work. Once a month we head out for a walk or at home and blog about it, linking to each other so that we can continue in a loop until the circle is completed. I hope you enjoy reading about my late winter ramble on Dartmoor in Devon, UKs. I use a Nikon D7100 with my Lensbaby Composer using the telephoto lens & Twist 60 Optic Lens. On this walk, I used my Twist 60.
Dartmoor has a beauty and wildness to it. It also happens to be immersed in History with many ancient trackways and routes marked by large granite stones. Monks would use these to navigate from parish to parish in the middle ages. Trap ponies would often transport food and traders would strap their fare to their backs. Clapper bridges still remain where they were built from stone slabs. Equally remains of a technique to split this hardy rock can still be found, where holes were drilled across various points and a metal tool hammered in.
Peat was another commodity that helped farmers and poor folk survive the harsh winters that visit this landscape. You can tell by it’s deep brown almost treacle black texture, where cattle carve out sheltered bays from the wind with their hooves.
Grasses that are like iron wire, sprout up from marshy patches. They need to be strong to withstand the winds, and in the summer when they are lush green you can split them and find a soft white sponge core.
Lichen clings to nearly everything, granite, stones, rock, branches and bark. Beautiful patterns and curled edges greet you if you stop to bend down and look more closely. Reindeer Lichen is quite popular due to its’ shape similar to antlers, and of course Dartmoor just wouldn’t be Dartmoor without moss everywhere carpeting the river bank rocks like mini cushions of bright and dark green.
Gorse bushes with their prickly stems, have a gentler less vicious side when they blossom with tiny buds of the deepest yellow. It fascinates me to see a bush of such spikes yield something so soft and beautiful. Certain Gorse bushes can smell like honey in high summer!
Old wooden gates and the odd stone fence dictate a path for walkers and riders, after all a farmer has his livestock to keep, yet often I feel the Dartmoor predator’s prowl at night, and so they don’t often keep as many on these lands as before.
Dispersed between the gulf of valleys and high hills lie River’s and Streams who wind their way through the landscape bringing what little life it can to these wild parts. Gushing and bubbling I often will take a break and sit by them as the sound is quite soothing.
I hope you enjoy this landscape I have been so blessed to have grown up around and can walk upon and marvel at her savage beauty.
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