by Steve Tanham
A very dark day in January. I’m injured … nasty groin sprain. Haven’t played my favourite Pickleball for nearly two months. Click the link above if you’ve no idea what Pickleball is. Beware, though. It may ensnare you, as it has both of us. Being unable to play for so long is driving me nuts…But I digress. Me moaning is not the self-indulgent purpose … Read More Unbearable Soft
by Steve Tanham
The Sizergh estate is the ancestral home of the Strickland family, whose name is threaded through the history of the Kendal area. They’ve recently begun to decorate the whole estate for Christmas. Here’s a sample of what it’s like. The interiors are from another age – and respond perfectly to the Christmas spirit! And the famous gardens are lighted beautifully. Most of the work … Read More Christmas at Sizergh
by Steve Tanham
If time proves to be not just malleable, but revisitable, we can close our eyes and be back in a tiny Lancashire hamlet called Tockholes; graced by a pub, a few stone cottages and a car park/bus turnaround of the farthest route from Bolton’s bus station, on Moor Lane, in the town centre. Had my share of nightmares, didn’t think there could be much … Read More Lady Eleanor
by Steve Tanham
The lovely Park Road Gardens, in Grange-over-Sands is one of the jewels of the Cumbrian coast of Morecambe Bay. I like to photograph it through the seasons. Through November, it completes its departure as a summer haven and takes on a beautifully melancholy palette of fading golds. One other transformation is unexpected. A hidden path from a former iteration of the park’s design opens … Read More Through the trees to the sea
by Steve Tanham
The small seaside village of Arnside seldom disappoints in providing us photographers with scenes animated by extraordinary light. Facing west out into the northern end of Morecambe Bay the estuary features complex tides, the outflowing confluence of three local rivers, and some of the most spectacular skies in Britain. We even have our own ‘bore’, much like the River Severn, but considerably smaller in … Read More Potent skies
by Steve Tanham
Time-travelled fragments of mittened fingers Held in firm parental hand Exploding neighbours’ gardens Ripe with bangs and secretly given toffee-apples Eyes that glistened with a million smiles And a few deep breaths as Imagination proved secondary To ruptured air obeying gunpowder’s plot So long ago, now Yet In these simpler flames Where logs surrender to stealthy heat And memory is escorted, glowing It remains … Read More Family Fire
by Steve Tanham
The crunch-crackle… I’ll bet you can hear it in your head! Image by the author. ©️Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
A dear friend sent this to me a few days ago. In a year that’s been very emotional, it touched me deeply, and I thought I’d share it here: ‘The Taker of the Photos ‘I am the taker of the photos. I am the receiver of the groans, the eye-rolls and the “hurry ups”. I am the one who disrupts the moments – to … Read More The Taker of the Photos
by Steve Tanham
Part one: eternal stone A canvas on which the far future writes. Part two: life abundant, free divergence. Part three: Fragment of a moment in which intelligence passed this way, a quarter-second behind reality. ©️Stephen Tanham, 2025
by Steve Tanham
There’s always one day in October that epitomises that golden sense of the final goodbye to the summer for another year. A visit to Grange always entails a short collie-walk in the Park Road Gardens, which are beautifully kept and a treat for any season. Tess is nearly eleven, and such strolls are ideal for her ageing joints… Today was it, and we were … Read More The Golden of October
by Steve Tanham
The flight from Montreal had been short and pleasant. Through the aircraft’s small window, the pastoral landscape of Prince Edward Island (PEI) was expanding into detailed view as our plane from Montreal jostled with the final air currents and descended to land at Charlottetown, the island’s capital. Below us stretched the gentle hills and estuaries of PEI, many of which we would encounter, albeit … Read More Wooden Ships (4 – final) The Lighthouse at Possibility’s End
by Steve Tanham
(Continued from Part One) Prince Edward Island, often shortened to its initials PEI, is Canada’s smallest province. It lies only 13 miles off the New Brunswick Atlantic coast. It is connected to the Canadian mainland by one of the world’s longest bridges to pass over ice-covered waters (in winter), named the Confederation Bridge. It is one of Canada’s Maritime Provinces, and the waters that … Read More Wooden Ships (2) : Prince Edward Island
Sun in Gemini 
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