| A very candid shot of one of my cats taken from the bedroom window - I had my Canon EOS 400D (+ Sigma 18-200mm lens) set on continuous shooting, and was thrilled to find this amongst the shots. |
| I just love cats and we have two of our own called Molly (my little tabby babe who still suckles at the age of 4) and Murry (my husband's ginger & white "mate" who loves riding around on his shoulders). Here are some of my favourite photos of them. I'm afraid I have an awful inclination to add to this gallery from time to time - because I consider them to be my best real-life buddies! |
| This was shot with my Konica Minolta Dimage A200 in macro mode, together with a Minolta close-up lens plus two more close-up lenses. On top of that, in the process of assessing in the camera's tiny monitor whether the drop was sharp, I discovered when I took it into Lightroom on my computer that I had also digitally zoomed it without realising!!! Fortunately I had taken the zoom back a little, so at least there was some quality left in the actual photo! |
| This photo of one of our very rare Holly Blue butterflies shows the capability of my little Canon Powershot G10 camera in its "macro" setting. (I use the AV setting with ISO 200 as my standard all the time with this camera, never any of the auto modes. I also shoot in RAW.) Talk about being in the right place (my garden) just at the right time, with the right camera for the job!! |
| This photo (incidentally taken with my Canon powershot G10) has been collected in a special folder of less-known photographers by ^kkart HERE Take a look at this link; you might find one of your photo's there, or at least, you will undoubtedly discover some more good photographers whom you haven't yet known about. |
| I love these old tin mines and engine housings in Cornwall! After reading Susan Howatch's best seller, "Penmarrick" several years ago, we went down to St Just to explore all the disused mines mentioned in the book. Unfortunately all the photos taken at that time were analogue and the quality was poor. We intended to go down there again this year, but due to the extremely stormy weather conditions we never got there! Shot with my Canon EOS 400D + 17-85mm Canon lens then HDR'd from one RAW file. |

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| Sometime in 1982 It was pitch dark and I was lying comfortably in my bed. It had been a hard day, working with mentally handicapped children and young adults, who's behaviour sometimes caused me a lot of anxiety. Suddenly the atmosphere became overwhelmingly bright and I saw Jesus, not only standing there in front of me, but also behind me – all around me at the same time! I couldn’t see his facial features because of the brightness, but I felt as though I’d been transported right from my bed into His Presence. In the few moments I was with Him, I was acutely aware of His love and acceptance of me despite my prevailing weaknesses. No words were spoken, but knowledge was imparted to me that I will never forget. I suddenly understood without any doubt whatsoever that so long as I stayed close in my walk with Him, there would be nothing to fear because He is all powerful, all-loving, and in control (despite how it may seem at the time). His power is in fact outstanding in its totality – something that's terribly difficult for us to grasp! These are things I came to know through that Vision... * This did not mean I would never experience pain, hardship, hurt from others, physical sickness and anything else that comes my way as a mere mortal, but it did mean that ultimately, I need not fear these things in a morbid way, because there is another side to all this that we cannot fully comprehend in our mortal state. * The Scriptural Truth in 1 John 4:18, “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” suddenly became very clear to me – the first part of it had often been quoted ad-hock to me by well-meaning Christians, yet had meant little… until now. * As a naturally fearful person, it was quite a shocking revelation that in fact, my fear existed because I had always been judged guilty by people such as my father, before I could ever even begin to prove my innocence. I was therefore always expecting unpleasant consequences for anything I did, whether good or bad in my own understanding! * God does not see us in that light. He does not in fact even see our sinfulness, because Jesus Christ paid the price of sin (the wages of sin being death) on our behalf, and in the process his Blood, taking the place of every sacrificial lamb before Him – the Perfect Blood – was sprinkled over all our records of wrong-doings, blotting them out completely! (Did you know that the blood passed on to the child is determined by that of the child’s father? How amazing then to realise, that this means that Jesus’ own Blood was that of His Heavenly Father – it wasn’t even human blood!) * Not only did I know beyond a doubt of God’s magnificent power and love, but I also felt total security within them, because in the light of eternity, the difficulties and pain we suffer during this life are but a tiny speck in the overall picture, and are “as nothing” when this life is over. I just knew in that short space of time, that I need never fear anything God might ask me to do, no matter how difficult or painful it might be at the time. * I also became aware that this perfect love was not just for me, but for all humankind. |
| Sometime in 1956 It was one of those mysterious mornings. I awoke very early before the sun had risen, and was drawn to look out of my bedroom window, where I beheld a scene quite unexpected! I gazed at the tops and the bottoms of trees, but there was such a strong mist right across the middle of them that I couldn’t even discern that the trees were in tact, although logic told me they had to be! Before I knew it, I was hastily getting dressed in warm clothes, and having sneaked out of a side entrance of our house I crept across the gravelled driveway to the outhouses where I’d find my bicycle. Next thing, I was cycling away from home, leaving behind the comfort and warmth of my bed for an adventure that would change my life. There was a long descent from our house as I cycled freely downward into the increasingly cold and dank greyness of the thickened mist. Then as I pushed hard on the pedals for the first ascent, I came up into pinkness and the mist thinned out as I approached the summit of the hill. I knew I needed to go a lot further on than this, and so the process was repeated several more times until I was nearly two miles away from home. Here, in what I knew to be an open clearing with no obstacles in the way, I got off my bike, leant it up against the hedge, and set myself to watch the sun rising above the blanket of mist – the pinkness of it still enveloping me. The sun had just begun to show its glory when suddenly, I saw Him! I knew Who it was straight away – not that I had received any teaching or instruction, but simply that I had a knowledge of this Mighty Being. He was up there, just to the left of the sun (or from the sun’s point of view, to its right). As I gazed, I felt a surge of excitement and an inner witness that this was a supernatural experience I was having. Who, me? Who was I, a mere 11 year old child, oh so naughty and rebellious, to see Him? I looked away, partly in shame, but partly so that if He were still there when I looked back again, I’d know I wasn’t just seeing things. He was still there, holding His right hand up, beckoning to me. I knew He was saying He had His hand on my life, and that He was beckoning me to follow His call. I kept looking away – praying, praising, crying, singing, all at the same time as each time I looked back up, He was still there. Then He began to merge with the sun. One minute, gloriously part of the sun, the next, separate again, then back and forth until my eyes began to hurt because of the increasing intensity of the light. It was years later that I realised the significance of this; Jesus said “I and the Father are One. He is in me, and I am in Him.” What this experience had revealed to me symbolically was that the sun represented God the Father, and Jesus, the Son, was part of Him – they were one and the same. I also learned years later that the excitement, the knowing in my heart that this was God revealing Himself to me in a special way, was the work of the Holy Spirit. |
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