There is something fascinating about trees in winter. Denuded of their leaves the shape and form of the tree becomes clear. Sunlight plays on the bark, highlighting the tones and shades. It’s something I want to capture, to keep. Sometimes I get a decent image, but often cameras can’t quite measure up to perfecting the tones & light as nature intended without some work in photo shop.

Bark seems to call to me, encouraging me to explore the texture. It amazes me how different trees can be. Their height astounds. Generally we pass them by, enjoy the shade they cast on a hot summer’s day, bemoan their leaf drop if it makes pavements difficult to negotiate safely. For me winter is THE time to enjoy & celebrate trees. I vow to return & discover more of the trees here; learn their names & history.

My mother in law could tell us names of trees, her ability always impressed me. I guess she retained the knowledge learnt in primary school in the days & times of nature study & nature tables in the classroom.