Possibly the most abstracted image I have posted on here yet.
I like doing pictures of trees. They tend to just stand there, waiting for me to sort myself out, unlike some other subjects. And out of the twenty or thirty or so 'experimental' pictures I took on this walk, I think there were actually two quite good ones. Experimental probably isn't the right word for... Continue Reading →
I like a gnarly old Hawthorn tree. They're a stoic kind of tree, not fussy about position and soil quality at all, seeming to just get on with doing their thing wherever they find themselves growing. Most don't end up being trees at all, just a constantly trimmed piece of a mixed hedgerow environment, so... Continue Reading →
Always lovely to see the Hawthorn trees coming out in their spectacular blossoming, after a winter of them just showing off their--equally photogenic--twisting and gnarled, skeletal and austere-looking structure during their days of basic survival. This is what they hang on for, with their skewed and precarious looking positions, out in the windiest and harshest... Continue Reading →