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.
It snowed hard all night,
The morning saw it warming
And the thaw began.
I am losing the plot. The sharp-eyed may have noticed that yesterday’s blog had a stupid rhyme, not a haiku. I forgot to add the haiku! Luckily I managed a couple of half decent images from the park, so you now get the haiku that was planned for the last blog post.
3/10 – must try harder. Baker fails to concentrate in class, and his marks would substantially improve if he got his brain in gear.
The great god Thor went for a ride
upon his favourite filly.
I’m Thor he cried, the horse replied –
“You forgot your thaddle thilly”.
No, not that type of thor. Once again we seemed to be on the periphery of the really bad weather, and as soon as it had finished snowing, it started to get slushy and melt. But at least it meant I was able to get a fairly unusual image of Wollaton Hall in the winter.
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.
Ice cracks underfoot.
Birds fluff their feathers for warmth.
Blue sky and cold sun.
I may have mentioned before that I prefer the cold to the hot weather. Today has been around freezing point, with clear blue skies. Difficult not to think the sun is laughing as it shines its cold light. Unfortunately no snow as yet, despite all the weather forecasts raising my hopes, so this image is from last year on Wollaton Park.
The quiet chancel,
Subtle tones of peace and calm.
Final resting place
I confess I had to look up what the area of a church in front of the alter is called, but now I know I can add it to the other pieces of useless trivia I store away. As you can maybe guess this is another image from the church at Strelley,
The Saracen’s head.
Reminder of darker times.
A grotesque pillow.
Strelley Church, on the outskirts of Nottingham, is only rarely open to walk around. It has a long and varied history, and a several relics. The image shows (I think…) the tomb of the heads of the De Strelley family. Can you tell I wasn’t listening?
Anyhow, Mrs De Strelley has a hound as a pillow, and Mr De Strelley is using the executed head of a Saracen. Apparently it was a thing.
Unsightly repairs
And imperfect symmetry.
Growing old is tough.
Strelley Hall on the ouskirts of Nottingham is a fairly blocky and uninteresting building. The only really intersting part is the entrance. On the positive they do really good afternoon teas, and the courtyard has a number of small shops selling unusual crafts and gifts. More importantly it has a Gallery that just might have some of my photographs for sale. Just saying… 🙂
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.
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.
