A flower from my daughter’s garden, probably gone now the cold weather has returned. Winter is on its way and the clocks go back this weekend in UK.
Changing the time twice a year was first established by the Summer Time Act of 1916, after a campaign by builder William Willett, so that evenings have more daylight and mornings have fewer daylight hours. It’s been changed a couple of times since then, notably during WW II when ‘Double’ summer time was introduced, 1941 to 1945 when Britain was GMT+2. Between 1968 and 1971 the clocks stayed at GMT+1 but statistics showed an increase in traffic accidents during the morning hours but a substantial decrease in the evening so UK reverted back to GMT/BST changes each year. Beginning at one o’clock, Greenwich mean time, in the morning of the last Sunday in March and ending at one o’clock, Greenwich mean time, in the morning of the last Sunday in October.
I hate it, it’s not natural, messes with my body clock, I’ve only just begun to get it into my head that in UK I can’t go shopping late evening, as most shops close after 17:00 hrs.
Nature at its most delicate No2.
Nature at its most delicate.
Catkins – diffused & brown toned.
Nikon Df with Nikkor 55mm f2.8 Ais micro lens.
Memories of last summer.
From my files: Nikon F2sb with Nikkor 55mm micro f2.8 AIs lens. Printed on Ilford MG IV warm tone FB with slight sepia tone.
Just another flower: breaking my compositional rules a little.
The Rowan (Mountain Ash) in our new garden has a profusion of berries this year.
Recalling an old folk tale that I remember from when I was knee-high to a grasshopper; it was a sign of a coming bad winter – we shall see. Especially as the two Holly trees are beginning to show the same. Autumn is well & truly on its way, the very large Ash has filled the garden with fallen leaves in the last week or so.
Although we now live in a small town, we have a number of large trees in the garden, horses pass by the house and a regular flow of farm machinery gives it a feeling of being in the country rather than a town. Double plus good 🙂
Another rescued plant.
I think they have enjoyed the summer sunshine.
Troika – Hybrid Tea rose.
This rose was almost dead before we moved house, now look at it. Obviously likes its new home, so pleased. 🙂
All my wife’s tender loving care has paid dividends.
In the hills above Muttrah.
The much maligned Nikkor 43-86 AI zoom on a Nikon Df.
Another image sitting in my files, that I was playing with before leaving Oman.
Spring at last – it may only be a single Daffodil, but others are beginning to bloom in the garden and this one is perfectly formed. 🙂
I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard the cry of birds.
That night the sound of wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many petals then had fallen?
Spring Dawn, by Meng Haoran (689 -740)
Ferns in colour for a change. 😎
Old garden gate with flowers.