Thursday 7th October 2021, 5.30pm (day 3,696)
The last of the plums have finally been harvested off the tree. I’m leaving the rest for the wasps: this one’s already made a start on the bounty, as you can see.
The wasp in the plum
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In the woods
Wednesday 22nd September 2021, 2.50pm (day 3,681)
According to my diary today was the ‘first day of autumn’, but although it was rather windy, summer seems to still be with us for now. I liked this tree for its two-pronged appearance, like a couple of arms reaching out over the path, in the woods near Mytholmroyd.
Moth, the sequel (with plums)
Monday 6th September 2021, 5.05pm (day 3,665)
Emboldened by the appearance of its fellow moth five weeks ago, this one flew over and demanded I did its close-ups. The plums in the background prove that the tree has eventually borne fruit, despite half of it giving up the ghost.
Unless I’ve miscounted — but you can’t prove this, so might as well take my word for it — this is the 1,499th picture on this blog to be taken in Hebden Bridge. Number 1,500 will be along before the week is out.
Tree portrait
Wednesday 5th May 2021, 6.00pm (day 3,541)
This tree has a noble aspect. I like its seeming formality and the way the guys disport themselves below it in various ways. I like the little cloud fluff that it seems to have caught in the top branches. Pictured in Stockwood Park, Luton — a town which makes a classy debut on the blog (though see also tomorrow).
Catkins
Monday 22nd February 2021, 1.45pm (day 3,469)
The sun was definitely out this afternoon. Spring feels like it’s in the post, and once it does break out in full I doubt many people will be staying at home, whatever the powers say. I think it is a birch tree at the bottom of the garden that’s broken out this rash of catkins since I was last up there.
Apple tree, in hibernation
Sunday 10th January 2021, 11.15am (day 3,426)
We might as well all hibernate, mightn’t we. The apple tree needed pruning, though, and deepest winter is the time to do it, according to those who know. The shot reflects the greyness of the day and the other clouds, the ones that currently separate us from each other. I feel like I’m on an extended break from the rest of humanity.
Zoomorph
Sunday 22nd November 2020, 12.05pm (day 3,377)
If to “anthropomorphosise” is to assign human characteristics to animals, is there a word for assigning animal characteristics to plants? For this tree is clearly doing a good impression of something or other, maybe a lizard, with not only that obvious eye and snout but a crest of moss. I’m inventing (perhaps) a word for it — zoomorph. Noun: a plant that takes on the shape of an animal.
Wood fungus
Tuesday 17th November 2020, 2.25pm (day 3,372)
Another deeply unexciting day. At the moment, this fungus probably has more of a social life than the whole human population of the UK. I chose this shot because I like the stately swelling of the grey trunk to either side; but the fungus has made it inside, and looks there to stay.
Autumn comes to campus
Tuesday 29th September 2020, 2.40pm (day 3,323)
It’s the end of September. The golden foliage is a sign autumn is here. With it come the students — but this year, instead of being out meeting new people and enjoying themselves, largely they are walled up in high-tech prisons like the George Kenyon hall behind. Still charged £9K (plus rent) for the privilege. And the UoM is one of the better ones, presently.
Some great trees (and a bit of football)
Saturday 26th September 2020, 2.15pm (day 3,320)
Now that’s a serious tree. Surely it predates everything else in this photograph except the hillsides. And it’s probably seen a lot of football too. (The willow’s not bad either.)
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