byte-rich evening walk...
...around Blenheim.
Starting at the weir...
...where a pied wagtail hovered between rocks and half-submerged branches, catching insects, and where two coots shepherded their two chicks and fed them food from their dabbling.
As I mentioned the other day, the trees are looking marvellous: so many different vivid, rich colours...
(The red is pretty close to the actuality this time.)
Lower down, you can see the still-incredible complexity and elegance of the individual branch, the individual leaf...
...all combining in immense profusion.
And this beauty works at all scales. From the smooth symmetry and multi-candled/castellated horse chestnut at a distance...
...and zooming in to the individual candles of blossom...
...with their subtle, alternately pink and yellow hearts.
Such fractal delicacy and beauty.
And a big blue sky, brushed with fine cloud and scarred with a distant contrail...
Nice walk.
2 comments:
Hmm. A bit Virginia Woolf. I'd have jumped in and saved you.
last year, on holiday, i sat in the sunshine, with my feet in the mountain stream outside the cottage, reading "Our Mutual Friend". the water was startlingly cold at first, but my skin and nerves got used to it after a few minutes. it was sooooooo relaxing, feeling the water swirl over my feet and around my calves.
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