An impression of English sycamore woods in the spring. Blue flowers and a blue sky of subtly different colour. These lesser-known undercliffs are to the East of Lyme Regis, and this is where the old road to Charmouth used to run until it slipped away and had to be abandoned, in the mid 20th century. One can […]
Posts tagged ‘spring’
One of a series of abstract impressions of a beautiful English wood at bluebell time. This can only begin to convey the joy of spending time in this magical place as dusk descends: the heady scent of the flowers, the clear song of thrushes high in the canopy, and the feel of soft leafmould under […]
Ceres walks through the crops, her hands brushing the ripening ears as she moves silent and unobserved in her rustling domain. Barley is a wonderful crop to observe on a breezy day, as the awns sway and shimmer, catching the light and delighting the eye. The camera can capture some of the magic if you […]
Dartmoor is commonly thought of as a bleak and treeless waste, but is home to a small number of ancient oak woodlands. In these sheltered woods, mossy boulders and lichen-festooned branches combine to lend a primæval atmosphere, almost unchanged since lowland England was almost entirely forested in Neolithic times. The oakwoods are special places at […]
Far from the city, a field of germinating fodder maize calls to mind a folded striped cloth. Late evening sun and a telephoto lens accentuate the contours of a gently folded hill just up the road from my house. Although this was taken several years ago now, it still gives me a frisson of […]
My single visit to the Eden Project yielded this rather wonderful semi-circular salad garden, which I obviously happened upon at its peak of perfection – serendipity! Telephoto setting used to compress the distance and emphasise the curves.
A beech wood just down the road from my house (Furzehill Plantation), lovely at every time of year, but especially in May, when it is carpeted by drifts of bluebells and wild garlic (ramsons). In the early evening, low sunlight falls between the trees and picks out the flowers and the warm brown carpet of […]
For just a week or so, this crop of barley in the fields next to my house was a glorious sight, as the shimmering awns turned from green to rose pink. Evening sun lends extra gloss and contrast. I assume the variety was not successful, as I’ve never seen it before or since.