Daisy
This photograph was taken at Rousham, a truly tiny village in Oxfordshire. It is where my mother grew up and a place I spent magical times as a child.
I love the framing of this photograph. The incredible long horned cattle at Rousham could often be found in the field at the bottom of the gardens, and as a small child stood between me and the river I wanted to swim in. By having the cow peeping into frame over the ivy covered wall I am reminded of my own view of them as a child.
I’m not sure why I’ve always felt this gorgeous lady should be called Daisy as I doubt its her name, but as I always have it seemed a good name for the photograph.
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(Note: Every Thursday I share a photograph from my archives, along with a few words about the image. I hope you enjoy them.)