Into The Tunnel

It’s only a short one, nothing dramatic. But, it is still a tunnel.

The above is a smartphone pic taken this month; the below two were taken with my camera in May 2019.

This mini tunnel is in Heaton Park, aka my favourite place that I keep posting photos of. I’m surprised I’ve not posted the tunnel before.

On the other side, there is just more greenery.

It made me wonder if we’re going through the tunnel now, what with us being halfway through 2021. And also, you know, the other thing. But if there’s anything the first six months of this year can be marked by, it’s the vaccinations. I’m just between mine.

Hopefully, there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Buttercups, Everywhere

Buttercups never got the attention the deserve on this blog. So here they are now.

Pools of them, actually.

Pictures are from Heaton Park.

Buttercups are made out of old sunshine, said Paul Irving to his teacher Anne Shirley in Anne of Avonlea. I think he was right.

Gnarled Trees

They really look like old men that have lived through a lot.

The last looks like a very old wizard, the long-grey-or-white-hair-and-beard type. I might call him Merlin. He’s probably their leader, that is, if trees have leaders at all.

An old wizard brings to mind Gandalf from Lord of the Rings and that series, of course, has tree-like beings, ents. Maybe that’s what they really are?

Pictures are from Heaton Park.

Blossoms

They’re only just coming out; this is from the same day as my two previous posts from Heaton Park. This is the second time in the last two months I’ve used pictures from the same trip for three different blog entries–maybe that’ll be blogging in 2021 for me. Which I’m not complaining about in the least.

No idea what tree it is, as usual, so if anyone out there knows, by all means enlighten me!

Hope everyone’s having a good Easter. This holiday doesn’t inspire me to do photoshoots like Christmas, or even Valentine’s Day, does, I’ve only ever done one, in 2019. I do like the four-day weekend and the chocolate eggs, but that’s it. Like, I’m happy for Jesus for having been resurrected and all that, but it just doesn’t mean much to me. I’m sure the son of God would not begrudge me the chocolate eggs, though.

Squirrel and the Daffodils

Literally.

Another one from the time in Heaton Park, when I decided not to be lazy. Squirrels are nothing unusual in Heaton Park though, there’s hundreds of them and they’re used to people. I’ve previously posted one here.

Robin, Robin!

And this, my friends, is the proof that it pays not to be lazy, sometimes.

I had a couple of days off work and on one of them, the weather being camera-friendly, I decided that instead of sitting at home, I would go to Heaton Park. This is normally too early for me, I don’t go there before Easter, but like I say, it was dry and sunny and as it was a weekday, I knew there wouldn’t be many people. It turned out to be a right decision because I scored an absolute scoop:

Funny thing is that I don’t think I’d seen a real robin before, ever in my life. I couldn’t believe how friendly it was, coming quite close and not scared at all. I snapped a few photos; these are the best ones.

So, there you have it. Also, the second time I went to Heaton Park outside of my usual season and returned with something beautiful!