Looking like balls of wood three acorns stick resolutely to a small oak tree.One tireless sprig of oak leaves now a late autumnal lime green bathes in the winter sun.This is as big as the pool has got so far, I doubt it will get any bigger but….. we’ll see.
The following eight photographs I have pompously titled “A Study in Wood”….
An intriguing piece of bark hanging off a rotten tree.Does anyone else see the large grey eagle perched on the side of a tree ruffling its feathers?This piece of bark is hanging by the meerest slithers of wood quite amazing.And with the sun in the background the outer side of the hanging bark looks quite different. Two sides to every…What is going on here, is this an enchanted wood? Are those long limbs about to come to life and reach out for me..?The sky’s the limit but these tall spindly plants are making a good effort of getting there.Nothing ‘straight’ forward going on here.A protusion or a penetration?
Sorry there’s no Sanja to brighten up these pictures but we are separated once more by the cruel dictates of nation states and their inhuman border policies. But hey here’s some other colour….
A blast of bright purple brightens up the blanket of fading greens and browns.There’s thirty two purple berries sitting on a stalk, There’s thirty two purple berries sitting on a stalk, and if one purple berry should accidently fall, there’ll be 31 purple berries sitting on a stalk, There’s 31 purple berries sitting on a stalk, 31 Purple berries sitting on a stalk and if… repeat ad nauseum till you get to two purple berries or until your will to live runs out.Jeepers creepers!Little funghi growing on the jagged cut we made through the log blocking the path through the woods a year ago.The view of the house looking through the gap in the trees caused by the fall of the big pine.An oily blue patch on a carpet of dying leaves.A heavily camouflaged bench.Two inconspicuous holes in the ground hide are the entrances to an underground wasp next. You can just see one coming out of the darkness, photographing flying wasps is a bit beyond my ken.A splash of violet in my overgrown and rapidly wilding field.Ghostly, ethereal these seeds catch the afternoon sun from behind.Red rose hip buds hanging on in to the winter months in the hope of being picked, crushed and pushed down my little brother’s neck.After this intense session of phlora and phauna fotography and in order to satisy the – so it would seem – insatiable demand for more selfies I laid myself down in the afternoon sun and took a nap, I did actually doze off though admittedly not whilst this photo was taken!
