Provence, through the lens
|Focussed on the building|
|Focussed on the foreground|
and I discovered that my little camera doesn’t really like to play with depth of field, it likes to put as much as possible in focus,
|Mostly focussed on the foreground|
but I got some nice shots, although a BLUE sky would have been nicer than light grey.
|Mostly focussed on the foreground again|
Since then, every time we pass a likely field, brakes are applied, and he leaps out, studying angles, light and whatever else is involved. My forte is strolling into the middle of fields…
…to get a different perspective on things
Same field, different angle. I love the colours.
Then there’s the lookout over the valley where Flurry and Gigi lived for the winter – you can’t see the road we used to hack on, with all the foliage on the trees!
I quite like this shot, taken while the LSH recovered after a steep climb (he was pretending to take a photo, while sneakily allowing his breathing to return to normal)
but still sufficient for a small brown dog to hide behind.
I didn’t know my camera had a macro mode, so I’ve been playing with that too. Flowers (the pink and white one reminds me of sweets, I think they’re called Campino)
Today, we visited the ancient fort at Buoux – well worth a visit. It’s being excavated and somewhat restored at the moment, but you can still wander around and look at everything. It dates back to the 12th or 13th century, and was clearly a very important point of defence. It sits perched in a rocky hilltop in the middle of a gorge, surrounded by cliffs, mountains and forests. The view to the northeast has the most cliffs :
Entrance archway :
These holes are fascinating – they are thought to be ancient grain silos, possibly pre-dating the fort itself. They were fitted with wooden covers to keep the rain out.
How on earth did they make those holes with only hand tools? They’re pretty deep!
Who needs an RSJ? This piece of timber has been here for hundreds of years!
These steps are where there used to be a drawbridge, into the very last piece of fortification. There are three defensive walls, each with a moat, protecting the final donjon, or fortified tower, which is protected by a sheer cliff at the far side.
There’s a secret flight of stairs, too – not so secret anymore, though, there is a sign directing you to them and they are marked on the visitor’s map too. They really are incredibly steep – for the first time in my life, my knees were complaining about what I was asking them to do. I was glad to get to the bottom!
And finally, there was this old friend looming in the distance :
Mont Ventoux, which looked over us as we covered the first 200km of Le Big Trek.