
A walk up to Caesar’s Camp a couple of weeks ago showed the many large puddles and flooding from recent rains had not yet fully receded. Glorious reflections, though. Click on the images below to see them larger.


On Boxing Day (the day after Christmas) we took a walk up to Caesar’s Camp. Once again, I was struck by the sunken plants, shooting up out of the water and reflected back. Click any of the images to see them larger.





Tom’s a-cold,– O, do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes: there could I have him now,–and there,–and there again, and there.


A bit like my Meadowlands series, there are some industrial interruptions in the lovely English countryside as well.