When I was last at Humber Bay, I took only bird photographs. While doing this, I couldn’t help but notice all of the emerging flower activity in the trees and shrubs. This prompted me to return another day and have a close botanical look (and I mean close !)
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom. – Thomas Hardy
These are wonderful macro shots Miles. It’s encouragement to look much closer on my walks to the nature that’s around me. Thx.
The poem is a little sad–but that’s Thomas Hardy for you. I liked it. The right way to go out! And these close-up photographs of such amazing detail are works of art, as are the buds and flowers and other things thereby displayed. Simply wonderful pictures! And of course, many thanks for the Wayfaring Tree. I expected it–and you delivered! Thanks, Miles!