I couldn’t quite get the angle I wanted for this one because of the shape of the courtyard, the elevations and the presence of lots of tourists. But, as with many other urban tree ‘portraits’ I’ve shown in the past, I was taken by the wall behind as a canvas for this solitary tree.
Tag: UK
Street Art, Old and New
Train View
Dufty
Cat on a Cool Tile Roof
And not even in Brooklyn…
Spring Blossoming
Treelines
Looking Out on a Cool Evening
Secret Language of Cranes
Beldarians
Spring is Coming!
More Pubs
Bourne Wood
Farnham Heath
After the Museum of Rural Life we walked on Farnham Heath. After almost withering away altogether, it has bounced back, as numerous before and after placards reminded us. Click any image to see them all full-sized.
A Cappella
A Tree in our Path
Another Leaf Portrait
A Host of Golden Daffodils
In New York, for the last several years, early Spring has been heralded by hordes of tulips (I don’t remember when this became a thing; it definitely wasn’t when I was growing up). In Farnham, it seems to be daffodils which, unlike NYC’s daffodils, are growing wild everywhere you look.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.