Historian of science and medicine. Editor for The Casebooks of Simon Forman and Richard Napier (1596-1634), now Unlocking Digital Texts, but still Napiering. And taking photos. Views my own.
(I liked this earlier without time to respond, so I'm returning to it now.) I love this picture.
I'm going to jump in and echo what Lori said about your pictures. I love seeing your photos!
It really is called 'Zapain' because it zaps pain, isn't it? That's remarkably ... on the nose
Oh god, someone may have to stop me from doing silly accents all day now
I think my phone doesn't - I did look up what it could and couldn't do early on. Seems a useful feature.
Thank you! A bit of time, at last, and some nice light. I was happy with the result.
It is! We also have some of the orange ones, but they're really difficult to capture in a photograph.
Yes! It's on the road that starts off as Station Road then becomes Stuntney Causeway. It's just after you go under the railway line and just before you go over the Ouse.
It's the time of year when we have juvenile blackbirds blundering round our garden and I couldn't be happier.
There's been no spectacular sunset, but a pleasing evening light, and foliage still wet and richly green from today's rain. 📷 #photography
Hope you enjoy the visit! It's on the High Street (round the corner from the cathedral's main entrance) and worth a look if you get the chance. Looks small but has three floors and books on every available surface. It reminds me of what bookshops seemed like to me when I was little.
I like them in the right place. We have two large ones we were bought that just don't fit the spaces in our garden. On the other hand we have a couple of hybrid tea roses whose look and smell takes me right back to happy childhood days back at home. Those and sweet peas.
The flowers look pretty too. This rose has dog-rose-type single flowers, which are nice enough but perhaps not worth the pain...
That rose has thousands of the infernal things. Its briars grow to fourteen feet long and have to be cut back each year, from underneath. For two weekends every spring I come back into the house looking as though I've done three rounds with Freddie Krueger.
Yup, this was one of those macro pictures that looked very different from how I'd seen it before I took the photo...
It sounds awful, and difficult, but like everyone else I'm glad to see you back - I hope your recovery continues swiftly. Being stuck in is no fun.