Dragon’s Hill, Oxfordshire
26 Monday Dec 2022
Posted Environment, mythology, Nature, Photography, winter
in26 Monday Dec 2022
Posted Environment, mythology, Nature, Photography, winter
in24 Saturday Dec 2022
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Christmas, Deerhurst, Frankincense, gifts, Gloucestershire, gold, myrrh, Nativity, stained glass, Wse Men
30 Wednesday Nov 2022
Posted Animals, art, mythology, Photography, Social Comment
in27 Sunday Nov 2022
Posted art, Bible, Literature, Music, mythology, Nature, Photography, Religion
in12 Wednesday Oct 2022
Posted Autumn, mythology, Nature, Photography, Sculpture
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11 Wednesday Aug 2021
Posted Environment, gardens, mythology, Nature, Nostalgia, Photography, Sculpture, Summer
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02 Friday Jul 2021
Posted by Candia | Filed under art, Crime, Literature, mythology, Supernatural
17 Thursday Jun 2021
Posted Environment, mythology, Nature, Poetry
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adaptation, aspen, bryophytes, clones, cordate leaves, ldge pole pine, lepidoptera, Pando, Pluto, Populus tremuloides, ramets, rhizome, survival of the fittest
Christ died on an aspen cross, woodmen thought.
Maybe that’s why, on slight provocation,
I quake and all my cordate leaves shiver,
so that I am known as ‘The Trembling Giant,’
aka Populus tremuloides.
Before men walked out of Africa and
when glaciers were scouring the planet,
I, Pando, was like a subterranean god –
not Pluto, but Pando, meaning ‘I spread.’
After flames have incinerated me,
my dormant rhizome will regenerate,
like resurgence of an old religion.
In times of trial, I just go underground;
in ideal circumstances, I can host
bryophytes; nurture lepidoptera.
I have the root of the matter in me,
but I share my vulnerability
with my multiple ramets – all my clones.
I haven’t flowered for ten thousand years,
in spite of a rigorous self-pruning.
See where black scars mutilate my white bark.
Invasive lodge pole pine may steal my light
and pocket gophers gnaw my root system,
but I sprout from this volcanic soil.
What I lack in diversity,
I’ll exchange for durability, for
we suckers just plan to stay together,
even when a highway runs right through us.
Master of the art of adaptation,
I will survive when all else is ashen.
21 Friday May 2021
Posted Animals, art, gardens, Humour, mythology, Personal, Photography, Psychology, Sculpture, Supernatural
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christmas ornament, close observation, discovery, happenstance, magic, Sculpture, serendipity, simple pleasure, unicorn, value, worth
Went to a sculpture exhibition this week where some exhibits were tens of
thousands of pounds.
At the end, I wandered into the field where we had parked and saw a table
with plants, which I mistakenly thought might be for sale.
In the bushes beside the table was this little magical object- plastic- attached to
a fir branch which might have been part of an old discarded Xmas tree.
I actually had as much pleasure in serendipitously discovering and
photographing this small talisman, worth about 5p!
Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart