Bluebell Wood

Bluebell FlowersI am very fortunate to have an exceptional Bluebell Wood a matter of a 10 to 15 minutes drive away from my home. The wood is located on a country estate that is now managed by The National Trust, an exceptionally fine organisation that takes care of many magnificent historical homes, gardens and buildings, of all shapes and sizes, throughout the UK.

This has been a tricky year, I feel, to capture a photo of these lovely blooms at their best. Not being a lark but a night owl, I did not manage once this bluebell season to rise with the aforementioned little bird and catch those glorious early morning rays bathing the blooms in beautiful light through the leafy canopy of the Beech Trees, below which they nestle.

So far, it has been a cold Spring in The Chilterns, with a chilling and vicious north wind keeping temperatures particularly ‘parkie’ when the sun decided to hide behind the clouds. Clouds of which there have been many, rolling in by 8.00 to 9.00 a.m., blanketing the skies in pale grey and not clearing until late evening.  Not ideal for photographing bluebells in the tricky light of a Beech Wood. At bluebell time, if we are fortunate to have a sunny, bright, dry and warm Spring, the light in the wood is magical, vividly highlighting the blue flowers and casting fantastic shadows across the few paths and many trunks of the trees in the wood.

Between now and next April/May’s bluebell time, I must practice rising early to greet the day. Who knows, I may even learn to keep up with my fellow Chiltern Hills photographer acquaintance and be up and out to the bluebell wood at 4.00 a.m! A dedicated landscape photographer, utterly, utterly mad, he captures fantastic landscape photos while many of us are still at slumber.

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May Sunset {Envelope II}

Golden Sky

Now in his Palace of the West, sinking to slumber, the bright Day, like a tired Monarch fann’d to rest, ‘mid the cool airs of evening lay; while round his couch’s golden rim, the gaudy clouds, like courtiers, crept — struggling each other’s light to dim, and catch his last smile, e’er he slept.

– Thomas Moore

Nature, drawing a last daytime breath, bathes the sky with brilliant glory, then, more quickly than one may think, withdraws the sun’s warming rays to cast an altogether colder aura that will envelope the night in quiet darkness.

Enveloped

Enveloped Colour-3752

The colour version of  ‘Enveloped in Nature’, posted as a black and white photograph for the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, Enveloped. Re-blogged from The Monochrome Muse, which version do you prefer, the colour or the black and white? I’d love to know.