It is certainly worth numb fingers to take a closer look at winter.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Saturday, 8 December 2012
Totally beautiful and mathematically perfect this vegetable is truly astonishing. Each one
of the florets is a slightly different size but it all fits together. If anyone can tell me why the top
of the cauliflower is a strip not a point I would love to know.
If you see one, buy it, but please marvel at it before you put it in the steamer.
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
I think the feathers are pheasant, the leaf is willow. And the fallen tree was a huge lime. It came down in January this year and I was surprised to see how much it had weathered since.
Although attractive bullrushes are, apparently, very invasive. Look back at February's blog entry to see just how many seeds are packed onto one stem.
Monday, 26 November 2012
A murder of crows – so black they look like holes punched in the background landscape.
Fine Feather Press is currently in the last throws of delivering it's Spring list to the printers.
That is why these entries have been few and far between, no chance to Get Out!
Don't rush away, normal service will be resumed imminently.
Friday, 16 November 2012
Wonderful clear late afternoons with low sunlight catching dancing midges and
cobweb wires of light strung between the brown bracken.
And after a long time looking, my very first dung beetle. I didn't think I would be so excited.
That is the great thing about going outside, every day is different.
And in most cases, better than the last.
Sunday, 11 November 2012
Monday, 22 October 2012
Thursday, 18 October 2012
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Yeah, well, I'm not too sure what this is all for yet, but they're kind of pretty when you put them all together like this. Trouble is when I'm out walking I cannot stop myself from picking up leaves - along with conkers, cones, seeds, sticks and…
The majority of stuff in my work room is compostable. Which some would see as a blessing.
Monday, 8 October 2012
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Thursday, 27 September 2012
In the woods pheasants, treecreepers and goldcrests were to be seen and heard. Sadly not easy to photograph - that's why theres a shot of moss… at least the pheasants were kind enough to leave some feathers behind.
Around the edge of the forest in the fields there were still some insects
enjoying the autumn sun.
The plants are all going to seed now.
I was grateful for a long lens, I really wouldn't have liked to have got that close to the bull.
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
The weather is still fair. The ground is dry and dusty, the grasses turning yellow. A few leaves are starting to fall. Poplar leaves lie like bright gold triangles on the ground I have to pick them up. Lime tree seeds whirl in the wind.
I see a small copper butterfly clinging to ragwort. I find a tuft of deer hair and a beetle gnawed piece of wood. And, powering across the pond after an enemy one exceedingly angry swan.
Friday, 14 September 2012
Another bright, early autumn afternoon. Blue skies, white clouds and a touch too windy
for my liking. It wasn't easy to photograph things blowing about, so I scoured the floor
of the woodland gardens instead.
A duck eggshell was a surprise find. It was alongside a pile of acorn shells which the
squirrels had left behind.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Wonderful signs of autumn are appearing, the colours are beginning to change. The green
of the deciduous trees is looking weary and dusty, so different from last month.
This is what I found today:
The fish ribs and scales were a surprise. I scoured around, but couldn't find any more remains.
Probably a carp, there are a lot in the ponds in Bushy Park.
I love stripy owl feathers, their fluffy edges help the owl fly silently. The swallows
were flying low over the grass and playing (or arguing) mid air.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Monday, 6 August 2012
Friday, 20 July 2012
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Yesterday there was an unusual dry spell. I snatched the opportunity to go and find butterflies. I saw my first Small Copper of the year, a little iridescent orange
and black jewel. How uplifting.
A sea of different types of Skippers all jostling for space to feed on light
purple thistle flowers.
And a wonderful Marbled White ( flew up from the grass in front of me. I felt a jolt of excitement, it was only the second one I'd seen. Instantly I felt compelled to follow. It shone out against background greens of parkland. It settled only briefly, I had little time to catch one photo through the grass stems before it danced off again.