A single deer stands
Posing, alone in the woods.
Who needs company?
Morning walks in Wollaton Park often bring atmospheric results, and deer in unexpected places. I have yet to see deer in the lake, which they take to quite frequently, but it is always a delight to tuen corner to find a solitary stag hiding in plain sight.
Deep in the shadows
Wary angels fear to tread.
Ghouls and spooks hiding.
Hopefully not too late for Halloween, I resisted the temptation to add in ghosts and bats.
Ascend or descend?
A spiral of confusion.
Choose your point of view.
I am not sure what it is, but I do know where it is. But I am really pleased that I have discovered that photo haiku is a real thing, not just somethnig I decided to do because I am useless at long poems. It is recognised in Japan, and has a name – Shahai. There is even a UK society for it, and competitions.
However, I remain a non-club person, so I won’t be joining, though I might check it out to see what I should be doing.
Who knew?
Digital nomads.
Slowing the pace and breathing,
Life on the canal.
One of our favourite places for a walk – Trent Lock near Nottingham. A junction of one canal and two rivers and, more importantly, two pubs and a tearoom. Nice flat walking in several directions, and always something to see.
Although I look calm
I’m wilder than I might seem.
So keep your distance.
This is the tail end of the rutting season, a time when the deer are particularly aggressive. But just because they are in an enclosed parkland at Wollaton Park in Nottingham, some people seem to think they are tame pets.
Strong against the storm,
Home for the high and mighty.
But peasants can look.
Is it a castle? Well, no it isn’t. Although it was originally built as a castle after the Norman conquest, it is now a faux-castle stately home located in the Vale of Belvoir, belonging to the Duke of Rutland.
I find it odd that Nottingham Castle very definitely looks like a manor house or stely home, and yet a stately home just a few miles down the road looks distinctly like a castle. But at least we peasants are allowed in the grounds to have a look round.
Russet leaves abound,
The autumn air cold and crisp.
Time to walk the dog.
Apparently this year is going to be good for colour, so hopefully I will get the chance to get out and capture some of it. This image is from the circular walk around the lake at Wollaton Park in Nottingham. And no, I don’t have a dog.
Not just for Christmas,
Joy is to share all year round.
Spread thick like butter
Apologies to anyone dairy intolerant, and also to those who are tutting, and moaning about celebrating too early. Well not really, it is what it is. The light display is at Wollaton Hall (also known as Wayne Manor), and is due to be repeated this year in December.
Robin takes his aim,
Stealing riches for the poor.
Sheriff not impressed.
Nottingham is synonymous with the lads in Lincoln green, led by Robin Hood. His statue, along with a tableau of associated characters, shelters beneath the walls of Nottingham Castle. During the Great Pandemic of 2020, the council commissioned a series of painted Wise Owls, each decorated by a different artist and with a Nottingham theme. Appropriately it is the Sheriff that was sent to keep an eye on these scallywags.
Light as a feather,
Eyes twinkling, red breast puffed proud.
Grateful for the seeds.
I know I have previously posted about the robins at Attenborough Nature Reserve, but they really are very tame. When there is the chance of free food, they overcome any fear, and will happily feed until either startled, or when they have had enough,
