Every so often, I stand somewhere, somewhere pretty random - though often somewhere quite pretty too - choose a foot and, while making sure not to move it or lift it, take pictures of whatever I see. I can zoom up and crouch down, twist round - but must keep to the discipline of staying in that one place, with my foot stuck to the ground. Hence, every so often, a stuck foot post.
On on Tuesday afternoon, I stopped, looked up at some ripening blackberries, thought 'Oh, bother. I suppose I ought to include them in the blog, even thought everyone else will be posting blackberries too. They are so much a part of late summer they can't be avoided. It must be the same for people living in mountain ranges. 'Oh, no!' They think. 'Not another beautiful sunset! Is there nothing else nature can cook up for me? Maybe a flying skyscraper? A palm tree suddenly springing from a snowy crevice? Something, anything, other than mountain peaks, rocky crags and beautiful sunsets!'
My bane is blackberries. Here are some blackberries against the blue, blue, puffy cloud sky of Tuesday afternoon. Sometimes, life is hard!
Oddly, there are lots of haws on one side of the path but not the other. When I was standing there, with my foot obstinately stuck, the sun glared milkily into the lens when I pointed it at them - so I stuck to hawthorn leaves against that blue, blue sky.
The gorse was popping. It's been such an odd summer, this is the first time I've heard it. Not these high, green branches. They weren't popping - only the old brown pods. You don't get to see them for I would have had to move my foot to take their pictures.
This was poking up above the hawthorn trees and brambles. Seems to be a young sycamore. I hadn't noticed it before.
Brambles, brambles, interminable brambles. I thought this was a strand of wild rose when I took the photo but it isn't is it? Yet another beautiful, bright green trail of blackberry, reaching to the sky because it is new. The moment will come when it grows too long to support itself and it will bend back in a graceful ark.
Oh, it's a hard life, isn't it!?Tweet