Changeable weather: even our visiting Pheasant is taking cover.
Tag: Tree
Hidden pond.
A cold morning.
Summer remembered.
A foggy day.
Yashica mat 124G with Tmax 400 at asa 320.
A damp & foggy day.
Lone tree on a damp, cold & foggy North Yorkshire moor.
A tangle of branches.
A tangle of branches.
An Ent on the move.
Caught an Ent on the move.
Obscured path.
Nice when it’s dry !
Beginning to freeze.
Cold !
Early morning frost.
Early morning frost.
A morning walk.
A morning walk along the canal.
The path.
The path.
Changing weather.
Winter is on its way.
Mirkwood ?.
“Stick to the forest-track, keep your spirits up, hope for the best, and with a tremendous slice of luck you may come out one day and see the Long Marshes lying below you, and beyond them, high in the East, the Lonely Mountain where dear old Smaug lives, though I hope he is not expecting you”. (Gandalf) J.R.R Tolkien.
Summer on its way.
We could have summer on its way at long last: being UK, don’t blink otherwise it could pass unnoticed !
Ivy takeover.
An Ivy takeover.
There is light.
There is light and it’s getting closer.
Tree stump.
Tree stump – from my files.
Late afternoon.
Little did I know when I made this, that it would be the last walk in the grounds of Castle Howard for several weeks: if I’d known, I would have stayed out longer.
Worried trees.
Out for a walk and even the trees are huddled together in their haste to get away from me in these troubling times.
Overhead Lines.
Overhead lines in fog – Clapton in Gordano.
A ramshackle bridge.
Ramshackle bridge.
Waiting for Spring.
Waiting for the warmer days of spring.
Onward.
I walked along this clearing until the wind got so bad that discretion was the better part of valour; falling branches might give me a nasty headache.
Not so straight lines.
Cold but dry.
David A Lockwood 