Tag Archives: wild flowers
Rural Portrait: Cow Parsley Profusion
So much vegetation, I was hard pressed to find the footpath!
Portrait of Spring: Sheltered Beneath a Wall
Nature Wallpaper: Sharing
Before I share my ‘Sharing’ wallpaper with you, please allow me to share the following image with you…
I suffer for my art, you know. Despite the fields and paths of rural England appearing benificent, don’t be fooled. For all the waving grasses and spirited swathes of clover, there are always brambles laying in wait amongst them for unwary picture-snappers like me. Bastards.
So, anyway, on to the subject of this post. I put this picture up on my Flickr page. In the first 36 hours it received about a hundred hits and a couple of ‘faves’. Then, whilst I slept blissfuly, trying to ignore my itching shins, the picture went ape-shit. By the time I posted this version of the picture here, the original had already gained over 3700 hits and a hundred ‘faves’. Someone likes it. I hope you do. It is quite nice…
Rural Wallpaper: Sunset Daisies
Nature Wallpaper: Cling!
Nature Wallpaper: The Unfortunate Flowery Dick Plant
I know, it happens to all of us eventually. Or is it just me?
Portrait Gallery 140: Rusty Wire Fence and a Flowery Dick Plant
I suppose it could have been worse: imagine the scene if it had been titled, Flowery Wire Fence and a Rusty Dick Plant. It’s possible!
Nature Portrait: The March of Summer

Symbiosis

Wallpaper 571: Field Scabious in Divine Light
After the funeral of my wife of Thirty-eight years, I decided to spend the following bright and blustery morning looking for one of her favourite wild flowers to photograph. It’s not really the time of the year for the little bloom, but recent excellent late summer weather had me hopeful. So, taking myself to open chalky downland I began my search. There were a few there, but they were scrawny, ill-fed, and barely recognizable. I was about to give up, when a shaft of light suddenly burst through a dense hedgerow – to reveal the very item I sought, waving back and forth in the stiff breeze. Divine light? I like to think so. Look…