Thursday Evening: The wind is picking up outside, a medium type storm, heavy rain and its glitter on the road. We need peace, people are starting to agitate, against so many things. A memory that flashed through my F/B page yesterday from 11 years back.
The green tunnel of trees you drive through before reaching Blakes Wood.
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One doesn't have to name the marvellous family of fungi whose long tendrils writhe around in the soil, feeding the trees maybe but when that damp, slightly warm air of Autumn comes along. They appear, amongst the fallen leaves, twigs and branches they cling to. An Autumn feast? An Autumn Death? Take your pick.
The fungi are very well photographed.
ReplyDeleteDecent camera at the time Andrew. And I could get up and down easily!
ReplyDeleteIn Clumber Park the other day, we found many fallen sweet chestnuts by the caravan site entrance. They were even falling as we picked them and one spiky "grenade" missed my bonce by a whisker. It is important to notice such simple, natural things in these troubled times.
ReplyDeleteI think we're all seeking peace in these uncertain times. Your photographs are timeless and calming.
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