Bare branches on the cusp of summer

There I was on a beautiful summer day, walking along the banks of the Avon just two days before the start of June, and I was photographing dead trees and bare branches. I do wonder about myself at times. The only tentative conclusion I can come to regarding this choice of subject matter is that this is me semi-consciously trying to resolve a few issues…

There is Beaver sign all up and down the creek, someone has obviously been sizing up the Woods for housing potential.

Now and Then.

The young tree and the dying tree.

Poignant harbingers…

Dead and dying trees seen on the banks of the Avon on an afternoon at the fag end of summer. Somehow, they feel like a harbinger for the uncertain and tense autumn that will soon be upon us…

The melancholy of bare branches and grey sky

I think the above title pretty much sums it up! It was one of those days where the flat, grey cloud cover dominated the landscape and dictated the mood…