Very narrow focus at f/4.5.

Continuing on our way from Mullion we progressed from Predannack to Lizard. Here is a set of mostly unremarkable holiday snaps that hopefully conveys the beauty of the area and the riot of colours we encountered. (If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.)
I often post a “hotel room view” out the window. In this case we were staying at a lovely Bed and Breakfast, the Kimberley in St Agnes. Here are a few pictures from the room featuring the play of light through the blinds and on the walls. If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.
From Holywell Bay we followed the Coastal Trail to Kelsey Head, Porth Joke and West Pentire and Polly Joke before completing our circuit. We saw marvelous wild flowering (a woman we met said the pink ones were sea poppies). If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.
In New York, for the last several years, early Spring has been heralded by hordes of tulips (I don’t remember when this became a thing; it definitely wasn’t when I was growing up). In Farnham, it seems to be daffodils which, unlike NYC’s daffodils, are growing wild everywhere you look.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Saw this and Joni Mitchell came to mind.