My home town has many rows of Victorian terraces and to get to any of my countryside, wood or park walks, I go through some of them.
While not exactly lying higgledy-piggledy, each batch of terraces forms its own grid dictated by the hillside rather than a uniform plan. Walkers are offered an alternative way at nearly every corner: all being even, my choices are dictated by plants. I visited these three along my walk yesterday. Continue reading “The Gravity Pull Of Plants”
Dawn Miller is hosting a weekly Festival of Leaves challenge to celebrate autumn that will run for the next 10 – 12 weeks. I’d have felt more concerned my first offering might not count, being counterfeit autumn leaves, had Dawn’s first not been chrysanthemums.
The bright city lights have little appeal for me this year. Nature leaves out decorations for those who look – and the human imagination has all the tools needed to play along.
A dried-up fern provides row after row of Christmas trees, viewed one way; party streamers or garlands of tinsel, another. I could contend that the plant had just taken a deep breath and puffed out a whole load of party blowers, captured here at peak toot, but you don’t need me to labour the point.
I took these pictures a fortnight ago when the trees still had enough autumn leaves to gleam in the sun and when a thick jumper would be sure to become a hazard at some point during a walk. Storm Arwen blasting through has changed that. Continue reading “Life In Colour: Silhouettes of Trees”
What a joy it has been to be able to take part in a month-long celebration of trees. Every one shared has been weird and wonderful, if approached with the right mindset. Here are a few more. Continue reading “Trees, Weird and Wonderful”