Stands about the woodland ride …
… wearing white for Eastertide …
… though white is not the only colour …
… nor flora the only life …
… nor red the only deer …
… nor deer the only fauna …
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Easter at Wollaton Park
15
Apr
Stands about the woodland ride …
… wearing white for Eastertide …
… though white is not the only colour …
… nor flora the only life …
… nor red the only deer …
… nor deer the only fauna …
*
A refreshing and beautiful change of pace!
Thanks Chet. Kind of you to say so.
Lovely to have a glimpse of the outside world. Here in Spain it’s a no go area unless it’s on the way to the chemist’s, the supermarket, the baker’s or a workplace considered to be essential. How amazingly beautiful nature can be. Thanks for sharing Phil x
The lockdown in Spain is far more drastic than here in the UK, Jim. Must be tough, and you in so delightful a part of the Canaries too …
You know you can stay again whenever you want 😉 Or should that be whenever you can!
Hope to see you in the not too distant future the next time I go England.
Both are in my diary Jim. Just not under any given date!
Wonderful! I don’t see much of that here on Skye where I’m staying in a caravan on Hanno’s croft. The views are great but no flowers or trees.
Hi Dineke. I was supposed to be in Scotland too. Cottage booked last week on the east coast, with the option of camping on Shetland or Orkney if the weather was good. Which of course it is!
All cancelled of course. Still, Wollaton does make a decent fallback …
Beautiful photos Phil. Thanks. And breathe….
Just what I’m doing this very minute, Fay. Do you like the Groucho Marx quote on my masthead?
During these sombre times your variety of excellent photographs serve to lift the spirits. Nature at its best, thank you.
Thank you Ceejay but you’re too kind. Technically they fall short, mainly due to laziness. When taking shots of fallow deer two hundred metres away, a tripod really is needed for camera and lens weighing two kg. And when taking florals, to capture with pin sharpness the detail of stamens etc, shielding them from the breeze – and, again, use of a tripod – are essential. Beyond a threshold competence in controlling light, the enemies of excellence in photography, as in much else, are laziness and cowardice.
That said, you nail a duality (actually a dialectic) I constantly reflect on. The more I look at the ugliness of the world, the more I need to restore balance through contemplating the beauty of life. (Dogs can help.) In practice this has for some time found expression in my use of words on the one hand, photographic images on the other.
Had I the skills I’d paint and draw, or write piano concertos!