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Tree Doodle

18 Dec

Over in Pearson Park a chestnut tree about to be felled due to being rotten has been transformed into this interesting oddity; a three headed being each head having a crown and an outstretched arm holding an ice-cream. There’s not a lot to say about it really. I like it.
There’s another dead tree close by if anyone fancies having a go.

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Sunset silhouette and shadows

27 Nov

Not much to say about these; they are what they are. Margot wants the world to know she took the top picture.

Grey Days Ahead

12 Nov

Melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.
Günter Grass
 
The time has come, I think, to withdraw into my shell and let the flood of the world’s insanity pass over me. I may be some time …
 
The weekend in black and whiter is here

A fungal infection

8 Oct

Everything has its ‘day’ these days from poets to smiles and even cats. So it should be no surprise to learn that today is UK Fungus Day when all things mucid and mycological are celebrated. There’s a truly irritating video “celebrating the importance of fungi in every aspect of our lives” here. My knowledge of fungi identification is somewhat limited so the the most I’ll say about the two specimens I’ve posted is that they are both bracket fungi, probably a Ganoderma of some some sort, and they can’t be doing those trees any good at all.

Bespoke fencing

9 Sep

The weekend in black and white is here.

Media morte in vita sumus

11 Jun

This old tree, I think it’s a lime tree, is huge, not tall particularly but wide; some of its branches must be forty or fifty foot long. And by all that is right and proper it should be dead. Quite apart from this massive gash where a branch has fallen off, three quarters of its branches  are clearly dead and bare. The saprophytic fungi have moved in already. And yet … and yet there are still leaves sprouting from  a few branches. Clearly not going to gentle into that goodnight.
The weekend in black and white is here.

A story for another day

2 Apr

You’ll be aware from a casual reading of this blog that the town is undergoing a make-over, a renovation , a transformation from ugly duckling to, well, we’d better wait and see. A large wodge of cash has been found to pay for all this. Included in the first stage plans was a facelift for Queen’s Gardens which involved taking the place back to its 1950’s redesign (down come those trees), a central performance stage (for what?), a removable stage over the above pond (again why two stages?) and more space to play ‘sport’ (just plain why?) and a memorial to some guitarist, Mick Ronson (who he?), from the 1970’s whose appeal was and remains limited in the extreme. All of these bizarre ideas are, thankfully, now on hold, and officially won’t start until 2018; that is to say after the year of the City of Culture (if ever). I don’t know the reason for the delay but the suspicion that the Council bit off more than it could chew seems a reasonable one.
In the meanwhile, this place, which on a pleasant day should be an enjoyable peaceful haven in the centre of town, is suffering from neglect and decay by contractual cock-up. Being a park you’d think it would be looked after by the park services company, wouldn’t you? Well the contract with that company mysteriously does not cover Queen’s Gardens, so it is left to the overstretched street cleaners (or possibly the Council secretaries, dog wardens or whoever is free that day) to maintain this place and that is failing. The paths are cracked, litter is accumulating and anti-social elements, drunks and druggies, roam the place making it not as welcoming as it should be. The Council continues with its unrealistic, unnecessary pipe-dreams while the place is falling apart around it; nothing new there then.

More tales of woe from this lovely place tomorrow.

Weekend reflections are here.