A Menacing Hoodie

Figure on Hurst Spit

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This morning I made a birthday card for Orlaith, using this photograph taken by Holly a few days after her daughter’s birth.

Holmsley Passage 1

Jackie drove me to New Milton to post it this afternoon, and on afterwards for a forest trip via Holmsley Passage.

Pony in landscape

Beside the passage this pony

Pony stamping bracken 1

caught my attention

Pony stamping bracken 2

as it appeared

Pony stamping bracken 3

to be scratching

Pony stamping bracken 4

the bracken. Actually it was stamping it down so it could get at the grass. Too much bracken is harmful to horses.

Birch trees

Birch trees

Landscape with trees 1

stood out on the moorland,

Holly berries

and holly berries brightened the woodland opposite.

Holmsley Passage 2

As we continued along the road,

Mobile phone mast disguised as a tree 1

we noticed a strange tree in the distance.

Mobile phone mast disguised as a tree 2

This was the Burley mobile telephone mast in disguise.

Milestone

At the end of the Passage, according to this milestone just one mile from Burley,

Pool in landscape 1Pool in landscape 2

we turned off right along a cul -de-sac on which we discovered a pool

Reflections in pool 2Reflections in pool 1Reflections in pool 3Tree and reflection

reflecting

Trees and leaves on groundShadows on autumn leaves 1

the surrounding trees.

Fungi

Fungi sprang from fallen logs;

Branch against pool

a dead branch dangled.

Poolside possible Drift site

An enclosure beyond the far side looked rather like a Drift pen.

Trees and bracken 2Trees and bracken 1

The road led to the enticing woodland

Landscape Clay Hill

and undulating landscape of Clay Hill.

Woodsmoke over Bashley

The mist rising above Bashley on our return had a distinct aroma of woodsmoke.

Cloudscape

We diverted to Keyhaven where the clouds looming overhead

Clouds reflected in pool

were reflected in the waterlogged tarmac,

Figure on Hurst Spit

and a menacing hoodie lurked on Hurst Spit.

This evening we dined at Mansoori Heights, a recently opened Indian restaurant in Milford on Sea. It was very good. Jackie’s main meal was paneer shashlick; mine was prawn vindaloo; we shared a starter platter, egg rice, and a methi paratha, and both drank Kingfisher.

 

 

 

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

65 thoughts on “A Menacing Hoodie

  1. I bet you both are very excited about the fireplace this year. I know I would be looking forward to lighting it. I always learn something from your blog and this time it is what holly looks like in nature. No wonder there are so many songs and tales including holly at Christmas. It is so beautiful!

  2. Stuck in blackwaters, my internet is a trickle. The images take eons to appear on the screen. Everything is still, like those reflections in water. ‘Beautiful, beautiful!’ I tell myself, bitten by the tranquility and timelessness of the forest, moors and undulating vistas in the ‘rising mist’ with ‘a distinct aroma of woodsmoke’. You are extracting the maximum out of each hour of the day, and possibly a little more than is possible. Great work, as usual, Derrick!

  3. Thought came to me looking at all your photographs; lucky you can get all these on a disk thing, and not have to keep putting new rolls of films in the camera, then popping along to the local Kodak shop, handing over the exposed rolls, and then waiting a few days to get the prints, don’t you think? 😀
    Would cost you a fortune the old way,

  4. I’m not sure, but I don’t know if I breathed or not as I went from pic to pic. I was absolutely stunned with this pectoral essay. How wonderful. Thank you for this.

  5. Your world is so beautiful, particularly through your lens. And that is the first real holly I’ve ever seen. When I was a kid, we had plastic holly for Christmas decorations, but never the real thing.

  6. Drawn into the post by the handsome man holding the newborn, I stayed for the ponies and was rewarded with mist. Your photography never fails to please, Derrick.

  7. The mist was particularly special, Derrick. I liked the pony stamping down the weeds and bracken.
    The pool you discovered is quite beautiful with reflections of trees.
    Of course, the details like fungi and the holly branch make me smile. Maybe the teacher in me notices the small things which mean a lot to show not grandeur; but beauty in simple natural wonders. Happy to have read this!
    Happy belated birthday to Orlaith.

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