|Our first stile - near the home of friends we were visiting in Surrey|
I’ve been going through my photo albums – now over forty years’ worth – and getting some of my favorite photos saved digitally. For a while I was scanning them into my laptop, but that was time consuming: take out the photo, scan it in, tape it back into the album. (Yes, I use tape, double-sided tape. I am not Margaret Bourke-White, none of my photos (well, maybe one or two really good ones) will stand the test of time. So, tape it is.) But now I just take a picture of a picture. Oh, I do sing the praises of digital cameras.
|That's Frank slipping through in Penshurst, Kent|
But, as usual, I’ve digressed. So - In saving the photos I came upon several pictures with a theme I thought of on our 1984 trip to England. You don’t see many stiles in the United States – in fact, I’ve never seen one here - but you do see them all over England because of their public rights of way system and all the footpaths through the country. I think stiles are a marvelous invention.
|A then rather new installation at Bodiam Castle, East Sussex|
|At Battle, East Sussex|
|This stile at Tenterden, Kent, is really more of a gate, like the|
one at Bodiam, but the livestock don't know that.
|At Laycock Abbey in Wiltshire|
|And this beauty is at St. Anthony Head in Cornwall|
That's Frank up there, ahead of me as usual because I was always stopping
to take pictures. That trip? Exactly 1000 photos. Just think of all that film!