As you get closer to some flowers they start to resemble alien structures or galactic events. Either way, wonderfully weird.
As you get closer to some flowers they start to resemble alien structures or galactic events. Either way, wonderfully weird.
Cambridge has a fairy tale like quality to it, especially down by the River Cam. I didn’t try the punting, and if I had I’m sure I would have been the boat at the back, hopelessly stuck to the wall while onlookers smirk down from … Continue reading Punting on the Cam
You never know what you’ll find inside a flower. This one had a lazy greenfly. It may or may not have been sleeping. I took a picture for future reference.
I don’t know what life is like as a coot, but this looks like a pretty nice place to spend some of it. Undoubtedly the coot is recording the scene in reverse for it’s own blog posts about gangly mammals that disturb your peace.
Some people sleep so soundly that a stone monument is built so they can easily be located by friends and family amongst all the other deep sleepers. Before this it was becoming quite a problem.
I like ducks. They sit and glare at you. This is a good occupation for any animal. The seagulls in the background? They don’t even have eyes.
Yes, it’s spring! That means photos of flowers in random parks across London. This one is in St. James’s Park. Time to get used to colour again.
Superb. Saw them a few years back in Kentish Town.
Being an innately cautious person I’ve never been skiing or snowboarding, but it was fun to watch other people do this at Sunshine Village, and to also admire the surroundings. The mountains in Canada are on a scale that you just don’t get here. But … Continue reading Sunshine Village
Our guide said this area of forest caught fire one summer, and the park rangers let it run its course. What remains is a graveyard of tall thin pale tree trunks with no foliage. Beneath all this a new generation of trees grow.