Across Windermere

Wow, I had such fun ...
I arrived in Kirkby Lonsdale this morning in murky foggy conditions where any intentional camera movement would have looked like, well, more fog and murk. By the time I left Windermere this evening I was very excited to see there was a glimmer of light in the sky and a feeling of turning a corner on long dark winter days of going to work and coming home in darkness. Before heading home into the low cloud over Kirkstone I stopped to have a play with intentional camera movement. I do love it and it was well over a year ago that I said I looked forward to doing more.
[oops.... I've just realised the theme was supposed to be people ... ah well .. there are people down there .. somewhere ...]

I couldn't decide which to post so have added some extras.

As I headed home I thought, how marvellous ...
Thanks to some bloke in Brazil I am reminded to do this again.
Thanks to some ever so slightly bonkers person in Ireland I go to weird places looking for holy wells.
Thanks to another's fascination for local history I get to find out all sorts about the area I live in and play around with the idea of little journeys.
And so the list of inspiration from fellow blippers goes on ....
All very inspiring and jolly splendid.
As I climbed into the low cloud over Kirkstone summit I was reminded of Wordsworth's Intimations Ode ....

The Clouds that gather round the setting sun 
Do take a sober colouring from an eye 
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; 
Another race hath been, and other palms are won. 
Thanks to the human heart by which we live, 
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, 
To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.