Tree in Winter

 The architecture of trees

I've talked before about how winter lets us see the shape of trees, without their concealing camouflage of leaves. This is seen to best advantage against a clear sky, but also, as on the morning after the Winter Solstice, against a winter sunrise. This tree, just a few minutes walk from my house, is separate enough from it's neighbours to be viewed in isolation. We can appreciate the complexity of it's growth, whilst appreciating that this photograph is but a a 2D simplification of a 3D object that occupies a considerable space. 

It was well worth venturing out into the -3 briskness of the morning to take this and other photographs: 

Me and the Sea

 

Old friend, it's me again, 

Sorry that it's been so long,

It seems I'm fated never to remain, 

Within earshot of your endless song.

So often I've seen each shifting disguise, 

Revelled in your existential rage,

or your calms that take me by surprise,

Revealed like the turning of a page.

They're all you.

The small boy tossing stones in you, 

The young man idly strolling by, 

The proud father pointing out the view,

The mature man lost in staring at the sky.

They're all me

Perhaps after all we're better this way, 

Our occasional acquaintance forever renewed

Me knowing you'll be there come what may

You there to mirror my changing mood.

I'll try to remain me; I know you will remain you. 

Autumn Rose

 

My Rose Bush gives a wonderful display in June. By pruning it afterwards, I get a second crop of blooms in early September. This close-up was taken in the evening, no filters, no photoshop, just pre-sunset rays.

Sometimes you see something that demands capturing, this was one of those times. A strictly amateur phone camera shot, but I like it.

Harvest Home

 Nothing says late summer more than a field of hay bales. Nowadays the bales are produced by machine; either cuboid or circular. It's a sight I associate with my home county of Suffolk- I always visit family during the summer months from my my home in Northamptonshire. But there are still fields of crops a mile or two from my home. These pictures were taken on the B645 heading towards Higham Ferrars. 

I am very grateful to the landowner who was out walking her dogs when I turned up and kindly allowed me to snap away: