Watery Landscape

Winter Water

Yesterday we went for our usual walk around the lake. We had forgotten the torrential rain of a few days before, and it was very muddy!Also the rivers were full to almost overflowing, rushing down gullies that were usually quite dry.

We normally walked across here with dry feet!

This lively waterfall is usually a concrete slipway for small boats.

The lake itself was so much bigger.

A very watery landscape indeed.

Winter Garden

My Winter Garden

At this time of year the garden can be a very drab place. But this year there are patches of lovely colour, and not just Winter colour of leaves and berries although these are a welcome break in the grey monotony.

In a sheltered spot my Azalea has burst into bloom and the Chrysanthemums are still valiantly blossoming.

There are no signs of my snowdrops though, but the Hellebores are in flower!

Birds in Winter

Birds in Winter

On my Winter walks I am amazed at how many seagulls flock to the little lake, and this year, congregate on the flat cushions of algae and water weed.

I love the way they like to line up along railings and across the top of lampposts.

Last Winter the lake froze over and the swans had great difficulty walking over the ice, but they managed it to reach some bread offered by a generous family.

Winter Walk

A Walk in Winter

A few days ago we went out on a really windy day. There were only a few trees that still had a couple of raggy leaves left. Most trees were completely bare of leaves, just twigs and branches; and the words "barren landscape" came to mind.

Everything looks so dead!

Even the rooks' nests are abandoned.

but later that day there were some lovely Winter skies.

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!