On an early morning walk in Yorkshire I came across this tree. Lone trees are a classic subject for photography, but what attracted me was the foliage. It seems it could not decide if it was summer or autumn (fall for those who love to destroy the English language), and was playing it safe with both. Amazing that it is not random, but split down the middle like that.
Extreme pollarding!
Praying limbs will soon grow back,
Reaching for the sky.
The last image from the recent bad weather, and melting snow. This lone tree reminded me of the Whomping Willow from Harry Potter. Fingers crossed it does recover from the extreme haircut. Maybe I will check again in the summer.
Still fields and quiet.
Sounds deadened by soft white snow.
One stands out alone.
Looking back it seems I have a few trees in the image collection, and several minimalist ones at that. Snow or fog both work well. We have not yet had snow this winter, so this is one from last winter, taken at Strelley Hall in Nottingham.
Cold and so alone.
A sentinel in the mist
Waiting for the sun.
Less is more, more or less. A misty frosty morning in the park.