Same Park, Different Walk

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Photography, Places, Poetry
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Ordsall Park Motif

Salford, 10th May 2018

With the appearence of what seemed to be the slight raise in the mercury, i decided to walk down toward the local park and take a couple of snaps with my trusty Nikon D3100

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Trees in the Park

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Sun Peeking through the Apple Blossom

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Apple Blossoms

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Walking the Dog

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Spot to Rest

Prolific : Tale of a tree

Garden, Nature, Photography, Seasons

Prolific

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Salford 19th April 2018

My “little” Acer tree, in the back garden of the house

beginning another set of flowers to signal Spring

We bought it from a garden centre in the pennines , quite a few years ago now, and planted it alongside a couple of dwarf conifers and perennials to give the back of the house a bit of colour!

It was caught out by a really hard frost and snowfall in March, when it should have flowered then.  The mercury in the thermometer refused to budge, so it slept on till the Easter Holiday, and while i celebrated my birthday – one or two of the flowering buds popped out to say “Hello!”.  Soon it’ll be covered in lovely pink and white flowers, and (Northwest English Weather permitting) they’ll be there to brighten up the back garden all the way through summer and early autumn – when it’ll lose its foliage and it’ll prepare itself for the following spring.

Camera Details : Nikon D3100, No flash, Natural light, Yongnuo Prime Lens 58mm

Driftwood

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry, Water

Salford, 3rd February 2018

Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal

Readily aided by the boats and the water

Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates

Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs

Together forming a pretty pattern on the

Waters surface

Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling

One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst

Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers

Cacophony

Cityscapes, Life, Poetry

Cacophony

It begins quietly enough

the sound of birds waking from their nests

and perching themselves on the sculpted columns of buildings

the sound sweetly moves past the windows

joined by a wail of a cat and a dog

arguing over the stray beefburger

dropped the night before

the rumble of tyres – joined by their horns

as products make way from a to b

kids on the march from home to school

noise from records in an aim to look cool

the birds fly away – soon to return

and you have to get up – as your ears start to burn