Is it romantic?
Or are the words just slushy,
Like the melting snow?
It’s a difficult balance to get the words right, to express emotions without getting too sentimental or too pretentious, and just being sincere. I guess that is why so many people give up, and rely on the words of the old poets to help them out. Whatever works.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Cold days and snowfall.
Thoughts of sledging on the park,
Crowds filling the slopes
Well summer is gone in the UK, so until I am fit enough to get out and take some autumn scenes there is snow to look forward to. The challenge after every snowfall is to try and capture an image for the next year’s Chritmas cards.
Ahead lies a path
The destination misted.
Turrets pierce the sky.
A misty morning on Wollaton Park in Nottingham. Out of sight to the right is the lake. The resident deer will wade in the lake to cool down. Not that I have seen them yet, but one day I will capture that image. Wollaton Hall is rising through the mist at the end of the path. Hard to believe this was once someone’s back garden!
