In a neglected wheelbarrow at the bottom of the garden, lies fallen from the tree that shadows it, though with its winter bare branches the shadows are long and thin. The fallen fruit should be rotting, returning its unused goodness back to Mother Earth, but the slow invasion of Winter’s grasp has left the wheelbarrow full of semi rotting fruit.
Finally the icy cold tendrils of Winters fingers have done their job, a thin layer of frost covers all the plants, frosting the lush green leafs and freezing small pools of water. The rotting apples are for now frozen in time, encased in a tomb of ice.
- Project 365 2012/12 fallen (urbanbuda.wordpress.com)
- 014/365 – Just in case (benlowephotography.wordpress.com)
- Project 365 day three hundred and forty, Jack Frost visits (urbanbuda.wordpress.com)
- Beautiful Blue (viewfromthebackdoor.wordpress.com)
- Iced Sage (justsnaps.wordpress.com)
- A lone (alone?) wellington boot deserted to the frost (helensphotomania.wordpress.com)
Today was the chancellors Autumn budget statement, it never fails me that a bunch grown men, who are meant to be responsible adults can act like little kids. The speaker of the house should have qualifications like kinder school teacher, do these people not realise how stupid they look to the electorate with their pointing “he did it, its their fault, nothing to do with us, he called me a name”
Grow and run the country responsibly, all of you!
The small things or details in life might not seem that important but the saying “Look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves” and telling your other half you love them often go a long way to keeping the road ahead smooth and carefree. I took loads of photos for the day but forget the basics of any craft trade, make sure your tools are fit for purpose. When I got home and started to process the images there was a common theme across them all, a blurred area in the same place on all photos. Initially I thought it could be condensation from where my equipment had been in the car and taken in doors, but checking my lens I found a couple of smudged fingerprints from a small person. I confronted the Hobbits at the bottom of the garden but they swore blind it wasn’t them, so that only left the kids.
Now this is probably my own fault as I like to encourage them as much as possible with taking pictures and interest in what is around them. For now, I will have to check the equipment over each day before using it just to make sure the Hobbits haven’t spilt crumbs from third breakfast.
So todays photo is a smudged and out of focus. Better luck tomorrow, after a good cleaning.