I like trees. I like taking photos of trees. As I noted in Reflections, trees don’t fly off, or get uppity cos you’re taking too long to compose the shot. Trees . . . just are.
Here are some of my favourites, encountered while walking in the ‘wilds’ of Norfolk (England, that is) . . . .
A youngster, alone in the woods . . .
And an oldster . . .
Actually, I mostly take studies of old trees. They are more characterful.
And I’ve purposely made it so you have to scroll down, to slowly reveal the whole of the tree. It’s usually around the base that tree displays the most character.
See what I mean . . . a most interesting part of this tree.
And though I only discovered this one this week it’s already a firm favourite.
I imagine it dancing, raising its arms to the sky in worship . . .
And talking of worship . . . something different.
These church ruins (last used in C16th) look almost ethereal, surrounded by the burst of new life on the trees and the ground.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this taste of the English countryside.
A shame I couldn’t encapsulate the smell which at this time of the year is truly divine.