disability and creativity – Soft of Sight Photography

Glass Fly

A dreamy pastel coloured overhead shot of the most amazing glass like hover fly on a pinky lilac thistle type flower. The little insect has a banded yellow, black and white striped body. Their wings are so delicate and nearly transparent – all save the strong black veins in them. Their large orange compound eyes… Continue reading Glass Fly

Old Bee

Yesterday evening a very slow moving, pale furred bumble bee was (literally) hanging about on the lavender in the back garden. Unlike the other busy little bess she was just bumbling about, seeming very tired. She wasn’t flying from bloom to bloom, but walking. I would guess she was quite an elderly bee. Or very… Continue reading Old Bee

At The Butterfly Farm

A couple of months ago Vision Norfolk Viewfinders took a trip to The Bug Parc, which is not far from us if we take the Vision Norfolk minibus. Or The Blindie Bus, as I call it. As in “The Blindie Bus is coming, and everybody’s stumblin …” which I believe is a Venga Boys B… Continue reading At The Butterfly Farm

Poppy Seed Head

Every year I throw as many poppy seeds at the garden as I can. Some years they don’t sprout, and some years they wait until next year. And some year they only take in some areas. Last year they all waited, en masse, until this year to show themselves. Unfortuntely they all sprouted at the… Continue reading Poppy Seed Head

Butterfly Dreams

In the front garden one of the massive buddleia bushes is already in full flower. True to its other name – the Butterfly Bush – it is covered in bright colourful flutterers. This Peacock butterfly clung delicately to a cluster of purple blossoms, bathed in warm summer light. Its wings, partially open, blaze with vivid… Continue reading Butterfly Dreams

Dark Fire

In the shadows of the Buddleia bush in the front garden are amazing Lucifer Crocosmia flowers. These tropical beauties spring up on long slender arched stems, ending with amazing fiery red orange sprays of flowers like little trumpets. They bloom in pairs either side of the stem, with the flowers further from the tip opening… Continue reading Dark Fire

Ladybird

In the garden a stout tomato red ladybird was going about her business this evening. Or eating the tiny delicate tangle of stems and minuscule buds of white flowers that was she climbing on – which I believe is Hedge Bedstraw. Seen here in a dreamy cloud of pale green and white, we’re slightly underneath… Continue reading Ladybird

Flighty Whitey

A Small White Butterfly perches neatly on a tuft of purple Verbena bonariensis. The tiny flowers cluster together to form a bouquet of nectar rich blooms, and the creamy white Butterly rests on them as if posing for us. One inky black spot marks their veined triangular wings. This little one was a real challenge… Continue reading Flighty Whitey

Femme Fatale

A fat white crab spider lurks on a deep lilac bluebell as it peeks of the gloom of the woodland floor. She may be pale and interesting, but she’s deadly too ! – if you’re a fellow insect, that is.

One Man and His Dog

Guide dog Indy has grown up a lot this last month since Biggie passed away. As me going anywhere but very local requires either fully sighted support, or following behind husband and Indy, the little ginger nut has taken to keeping a very close eye on me when we’re out. Here he is, sitting between… Continue reading One Man and His Dog

Indy

The Little Ginger Nut, aka fox red labrador Indy. Slightly built, mad as a box of frogs, and totally adorable – he’s my husband’s current guide dog. Here he is in a rare still moment, laying on the grass in our garden with a toy between his long front legs, gazing up at the sky.… Continue reading Indy

Stella

This silky black shiny lady dog sitting in dappled sunlight, amongst an amazing carpet of gold toned autumn leaves, is Stella. She was a flat coated retriever cross goldie. My first guide dog, she worked with me for six or so years, before deciding she wanted to retire aged eight and a half. She bossed… Continue reading Stella

Being Watched

Biggie would often keep an eye on me if I were in the garden. Here he is staring at me over a bright patch of out of focus leaves, one summer evening. His lovely pale yellow face is backlit by the sun.