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The Copse Beside the River Leet in Spring

the copse in springr

April 25, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Sunderland Marble

Sunderland Marble

April 25, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Cherry Blossom Path

the cherry blossom path

April 24, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Reflections of Trees 2

Reflections of Trees 2

April 24, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Reflections of Trees 1

Reflections of Trees 1

April 24, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Fishing by Coldstream Bridge

Fishing By Coldstream BridgeThis bridge is the border between Scotland and England.  I thought that the crossover point was in the middle of the bridge, but apparently England doesn’t start until the other side. Though this may be debateable. A couple of years back, when there was a bad winter, nobody took responsibility for salting the road, with the consequence that within a small space of time there was a spate of accidents in one day, and the bridge was severely damaged, which must have cost quite a bit to restore. I don’t know what country the fishermen are in, really. I know of a dog that is adept at taking salmon from the river: in, out, fish in mouth – this is looked on with amusement rather than wrath by those with the fishing rights, though it must be a tad galling for those sitting patiently in the boats.

April 20, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Gulls in the Field by the River

Gulls

April 20, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Budding Branch Above River Tweed

Branch

April 20, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Wild Garlic

Wild Garlic 1In the garden the wild garlic insinuates itself into every corner.  It mimics the bluebells which spring up through the layer of wood shavings round the back of the studio, so that among the just-appearing bluebell flowers peer out the fully-formed white heads of garlic. Wild garlic leaves are almost the same as bluebell leaves, especially when full-grown.  It springs up in the gravel beside the pond, and under the hawthorn hedge.  Each year I pull up by its roots as much of it as I can reach, and each year it returns, though a little less than formerly. But when I go out walking the wild garlic is everywhere, great swathes of it, so pretty with the shadows of trees over it, or with the dew on its leaves.  After working in the garden I find myself wanting to reach over and haul it up by its roots; however, another part of my mind can appreciate the prettiness of the plant and its particular aroma. A cousin, who disliked anyone weeding, said once that weeds were only flowers in the wrong place.

Wild Garlic 2

Wild garlic 3

April 19, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Sycamore Leaf-Bud

Sycamore BudThe sycamore is a common tree, but it sure does have a magnificently weird leaf-bud.

April 18, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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