It’s a matter of taste I suppose but summer trees are mostly past their photogenic best, hiding sculpted forms under canopies of leaves. At such times the odd dying tree or snag is a real standout.
The day was mostly overcast and somewhat breezy and although I’d planned this arboreal excursion with camera, I had not prepared ahead of time. Both the Canon and the Panasonic Lumix were out of battery power so I had to rely on the pocketable Ricoh GRiii.
There are so many aspects of trees to choose from that it can be difficult to know where to point the camera
this sycamore lines an overgrown carriageway up to what was once a grand house hence the old gas lamps
a shady road thanks to the trees
pollarded willows along the narrow footpath let in filtered light
a stand of firs
and pines or Douglas firs become telegraph poles…for trees are ultimately timber!
In the bark, vertical furrows crease and slit where dampness drains to the earth’s base, ..
…Since youth, this relinquishing of breathing attributes and body
parts has become for the trees a standard practice.
~Francis Ponge -The Trees Delete Themselves
@ Monochrome Madness: The topic is trees and I could not want anything better for this my birthday, as with age I find consolation amongst them, reassurance in their longevity, dignity in their ageing, peace in their stillness
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