I was surprised to discover that my family have a habit of photographing trees. I have an aunt who lives in Weybridge who photographs nothing else. I've tried to draw and paint them, but fail miserably due to a basic lack of skill with brush or pencil. Give me a camera and it's a different story, as the current example hopefully shows. It's a tree (species unknown) on the road behind our house in Scotland.
Looking back over several years of holiday photographs the number of trees (and rocks) I have photographed is without number. I just can't work out why. Is it their shape, their colour, how they appear in the landscape, the texture of the bark? Is it simply that I like photographing trees? I'm not sure. I am sure that my wife would know what kind of tree it is. It's another one of the Mysteries of Maried Life that she knows far more about trees and plants and birds than I do. And I have tried to learn. I've watched the David Attenborough opus. I've bought the Collins Field guides to Birds, Trees, Wild Flowers and Mushrooms. All to no end. I can rarely manage to match up one with the other - what I've seen in books and what I come across on my countryside rambles.
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