A weeping ornamental does its work in Hyde Park. The neighborhood is fretted with many such scenes: trees, once covered with the delicate blooms of spring, now dried up and naked; ivy-veined walls, stripped of their bright cloaks of leaves. Evergreens, newly powerful, smugly come into their own. Death mats the garden beds. Stillness grips all.
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Harley says
Gee, and nice photo but the commentary seemed a little sad, winter like………..Nevertheless still liked it very much !
Celia says
well, yes it was sad, but i couldn’t help noticing how very gone all the foliage was. we have reached the very end of autumn and suddenly the things i like to photograph look all lifeless and austere. thank you for commenting and reading, harley. chc