I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Friday, 13 April 2012

Escape


I fled the mayhem, seeking a little peace and quiet for a while. Sauntering through the village, I passed this wooden hut and veil of blossom ...


The gaunt trunk and naked branches of a crazily-angled tree etched themselves against a beautiful, pale-blue sky ... 


Along the track to the river more trees danced and waved, silhouetted against a rich cloudscape ...


The spring had really advanced since I was last here. Snowy white banks of blackthorn lined the lane, and the hawthorn's leaves had unfolded, so soft to the touch ...
 

8 comments:

Mike said...

The last one's just a beautiful picture SW ! Thanks for sharing this little escape far away from the noise...

am said...

Thank you so much for the sublime photos from your walk. There is timeless beauty in this mid-April day in the Midlands. Songs of innocence. Songs of experience.

ksam said...

Hmmm I'm thinking take one of those chairs in the second pic...or two (one for the feet) and slip behind that huge clump of grasses and hide out with a book!

Ruth said...

Ohh, the veil of blossoms. This was a very good idea, with surprises in store, as so often happens when one gets outside in nature. I can almost smell the fresh air.

Susan Scheid said...

Ah, and here I was, waiting with bated breath for "NEW DRAIN INSTALLATION FOR WATER RUN-OFF!!!" That last photograph is just heaven. May I please walk on that path right now?

Goat said...

Looks fantastic. I've been utterly bewitched (I think this is the first time I've ever used this word) of late by the transformation of my surrounds, rural and urban, here in Korea. Right now would have to be the best time of the year for flowers and colour. The cherries are just fading and the camellias are bursting into scarlet and pink all over the place. Bright yellow canola here and there, and rows of winter-planted chives and shallots (I think - some onion family member) adding some much-needed green to the plots between the tower blocks. Sensational.

Suman said...

A veil of blossoms it is! Lovely pictures, as always. There is something about these early springtime tidings that just tug at one's heart. And of course, nothing like a solitary walk at such times.

The Solitary Walker said...

Thanks everyone for these terrific comments.

And Susan — you'll have to wait for the drains! They will come, I promise ...