Photo of white snowball hydrangea

Soft white

In these unplanned shots (as I was setting up my deck chair for breakfast) I wanted to capture the dappled, almost ethereal light on some newly emerging snowball hydrangeas before the heat of the day lit them up with all the stark sunlight of a hot July. Patterns of shade and dancing sunlight brought out the magic of the delicate green-white heads like vintage lace against the deep contrast of a shady corner beneath my tree.


The walled garden

“The Walled Garden”, as I tend to think of it (it has another name), is a privatey owned garden in my nearby village which I first visited about twelve or so years ago when it was open as part of a local garden scheme. A change of owners meant I didn’t get to visit for quite a few years, though (being a lover of walled gardens) it had left an impression on me and I often imagined what lay on the other side as I drove past the red brick exterior on my way home. There is such of feeling of gaining access to “the secret garden” to be allowed beyond such a wall…

When I noticed that it was being opened in aid of the Air Ambulance charity just a few weeks ago, I was able to step beyond the wall once again and took these photos on a bright yet not too sunny afternoon (perfect for balanced shots). This collection is the result; an English garden caught at the height of summer in all its colour and texture along with just a touch of the ethereal magic that I associate with such a place.