Farnham Park

Another Walk in the Park

Another walk in Farnham Park. As our time here nears to an end, we grow nostalgic an are driven to capture scenes we’ve photographed many times before (see below).

You might think from all the Welsh posts that we were there for some time, but it was actually only 3 days. Then back home to Farnham where we took a walk in the park and saw several spiders in their webs.

Misremembered

Perseid Night

The night the Perseid shower was meant to provide the best seeing here in Southeastern England, we went out to the park around midnight. As we ran out the door, I grabbed a camera with a 55-200mm zoom on it, but no tripod. While the sky was mostly clear and dark, there was a glow on the Eastern horizon which I imagine was from Aldershot. We did see a few brief streaks in the sky and one very bright one. Of course, I didn’t capture any of them but, taking handheld (braced) shots with 4 second exposures at ISO 12,800 I did get some mysterious and eerie night shots of the sky with a handful of blurry stars.

Blowin’ in the Wind

Carron Pond Ducks

Nearsighted Watch Dog

Carron Pond

I’ve photographed here before but here it is in a new season.

Farnham Flooding

This little brook has achieved record heights (but is not overflowing the little footbridge over it).

Light Takes the Tree

The Waking

By Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?

God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,

And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?

The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do

To you and me; so take the lively air,

And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.

What falls away is always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

Theodore Roethke, “The Waking” from Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke. Copyright 1953 by Theodore Roethke. Used by permission of Doubleday, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.

Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (Doubleday, 1961)