A bright, sunny day, the sun low in the sky. I had not been to Ryton Pools for a while, and this was a good day for a walk
The sun turned the leaves into gold
red berries have been plentiful this year
bare branches against a blue sky.
I reached the first pool
and was greeted by the water birds
the sky hiding behind the trees.
I took the path that circles around the pool
the sun, the star of this particular walk.
The water was sparkling
Very few people around as it was a weekday, the park all mine
I reached the canal, the sun reflecting in the water
wonderful reflections all around.
A lone swan in the canal
I entered the bird hide and saw another swan, the mate of the previous one, I presumed
more red berries and having come full circle, I reached the car park.
Having driven out of the park I stopped the car to take a photograph of this line of grasses
they reminded me of Anselm Kiefer's work which I had seen at the White Cube gallery the week before.
Glorious!
The teasils in your final photographs here reminded me of a story Mervyn told once of giving an art teacher at his Bedford school a lift home. His boot was filled with heaps of exercise books to mark and the back seat was full of A level course work folders. As they drove along they came to a bank of teasils and she asked Mervyn to stop the car. She got out, picked a bunch of them, threw them onto the back seat of the car and said, 'Good, that's tomorrow's lessons sorted. They can all draw teasils.' After this M divided the world of education into teasil pickers and others!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful story, Avril.
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