Category Archives: Woodland

Blossoms

I was walking in the Woods this afternoon. The trees were full of blossoms and the scent in the air was wonderful. Spring is filled with so much beauty

Nature and Technology

I took my little dog for his walk this morning. The weather turned ominous and I just had to photograph this scene. It somehow symbolised for me nature alongside technology, and whether the two are able to live in harmony with one another.

An Old Tree

i was walking in the woods and was captivated by this. I’m always humbled in the presence of a tree like this – old, wise, scarred and full of memory and experience. I wish it could speak. But then I think it does. I just don’t know how to listen.

The Woods Behind Hardy’s Cottage

Thomas Hardy walked here. Do some of these trees remember him? Did this ground feel the touch of the soles of his shoes, and did the stones hear his literary and poetic whisperings as he conjured up stories and poems? Do the leaves in their cyclical existence of life and death carry within themselves memories of his face in moments of creative struggle and insight? Thomas Hardy walked here and the Woods still remember.

Obscurity

A misty walk along the outskirts of the woodlands

He was slowly beginning to slip out of sight. His days in the sun had become memories and he found himself receding into a kind of obscurity. He’d become a grey ghost standing on the sidelines of life. It was not an easy place to be, yet he felt a certain sense of freedom and peace about it – nothing more to prove or to compete with.

Behind the Words

I loved the perpendiculars in this scene. Taken on a walk I did in a Woodland in Kent

Have you noticed how words don’t always reflect what is in the mind? Focussing only on the words and forgetting the voice with all its modulation, tone and cadence, can be problematic. Often what is really being communicated is found in the hidden crevices of the voice. A special kind of listening is needed to hear it.

Entanglement

” Like dried up and hard pathways in a human brain, no longer in use, but carrying within them distant memories of Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn.”

I took this shot on the same walk I described in the previous post.

They lay where they Fell

We hiked through a beautiful woodland on Sunday. It was cold and muddy, but immensely enjoyable. Coming to the end of the walk, darkness and mystery slowly descended on the woodland and I wondered how many eyes were focussed on us. I loved this little scene. I just had to capture it.