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The great wood of Albion. A view over Pollok to the Kennishead Hi Rise Flats. Even capturing autumn views just a week apart can change the colours dramatically. Deepen them up to the moment they fall off. Autumn is a scale of colour. A lucky one this as the last rays of an October sun briefly lit up the woodlands of Pollok Park, after a damp grey morning and afternoon. I've never seen this view look as good as this again...even after many different visits over many different years to the same spot.... and a week later, after an autumn storm and strong winds, half the trees were leafless here. Gone.
The Fall. Fallen Angel Lucifer may have an origin story in this annual event. One of the most dramatic shocks in nature for humankind. Shelter gone.... just when they needed it most, for protection in winter. Back into the caves again. 'The Dark Months.' of semi hibernation. As above... so below.
Grey Squirrel guarding a precious nut.
Upwards to safety. Protect the nut.
Back for an acorn.
Roe Deer in autumn.
Amanita Muscaria.
One autumn ending.
A well carved house.
for a pastel princess. In most fairy tales. No need for Rapunzel's long hair with these elegant steps to descend.
Japanese 'blood maples.' House for an art lover.
Heavy horse ride in Pollok Park... years ago. Passing Pollok House.
Gates at Pollok House. Red Ivy.
The last flourish of the flowers. Bellahouston's Walled Garden. This bed/border no longer exists here. Just a few weeds. Re-wilding presumably. ( to help nature.)
And this beautiful border no longer exists either. Just bare ground here now. ( to help nature...)
Luckily, I captured these many years ago. When the UK still had money. When public parks still had plenty of flowers left in them, and hard working gardeners, left in them.... before the current unmaintained /re-wilding versions of today. ( to help nature.)
Nature's autumnal jigsaw.
Intense walled garden colours.
Balloch Park walled garden....
Vale of Leven Park. Alexandria.
October beauty.
More pastel perfection.
Mellow fruitfulness.
Shaggy Inkcaps. Coprinus comatus.
Very easy to misidentify fungi...however....
Then this happens...
Then this...
then this.....
Then this....
then that.....
and lastly that. 'Sweet Am virosa' comes out to play... at the very end.... The 'white angel....' of forgiveness.....
The fallen leaves... the fall and eventual fate... of all human kind/rewind.
Edge of Drumchapel.
The lone golfer.
The golden woods around Erskine.
Evening sunset over Erskine Park Shoreline.
What would life be without trees?
Everywhere I've lived trees have been faithful companions. The woods and rolling hills of my childhood home. Albion again.
The beech woods of Dawsholm Park.
My book cover photo.
Nature's coat of many colours.
Reading the green. A golfer.
Wooded crags. Kilpatrick Hills view.
Towers and Woodlands. Blairdardie Tower blocks. Glasgow.
Trinley Brae view. Knightswood. A light versus dark occurrence.
A Cathcart autumn.
A time for reflection. Bowling.
Shield bugs. The one and only time I knew of their existence was taking this photo. Apparently there are loads of different types living quietly on bushes and trees. Fairly common. Yet in 60 plus years of living on this particular planet, and being nature aware/ observant, this is the first and only time I've ever spotted them. Maybe they live higher up normally, in the tree tops.
Nature. It will always surprise/ delight/ astonish you. It is..... so very worth it... in so many different, infinitely complex, still to be discovered yet, ways.
