Winter Came

Bare Trees

I thought I might try my hand at being a bit more creative in my descriptions of my photos, a bit more poetic? Any way here goes. This is called Winter Came.

Winter Came

It came in the night

Roaring and howling

Hungry!

The trees
 In the morning
Lifting their leafless limbs
Against the scudding sky

The willow wept no more

Bowing her head

As if in shame.

And in the park

A towering tracery of twigs

Against the blue.

They look taller somehow

Majestic in their

Nakedness

Stripped of their

 Autumn 'glad-rags'

Winter came!

November mists

November mists

At the bottom of our street is a very tall landmark and now and again it disappears completely from view! My husband and I always make a joke about it "Someone's come in the night and pinched the lift tower again!"

On a walk, later that day, the countryside looked amazing like an impressionist painting.

And we discovered that they'd only stolen the top half of the tower!

Reflections 2

Reflections 2

Thinking about this word "reflection", it means just that, thinking again about something, maybe in a different way.Maybe in an upside down way.

These are some of my favourite photos.

The lake looks just like a mirror, and sometimes we need to take another look at ourselves maybe an upside-down look!