When you can’t get close-in, the only thing to do is to ‘zoom’ and ‘crop’. The resolution remains, but the picture goes small. Some of these barely measure 5″ square.
Leaf bud on a young silver birch, tantalizingly just out of reach
This Wild Plum Blossom was not only stranded in a bed of nettles beyond a water-filled ditch, but the wind was whiffling it too.
Another Wild Plum tree, this one full grown and, in the shade, later in bloom; its branches were arching over the road . . . way up high!
Blue Tit, annoyingly high in the branches
The fascinating patterns of the Silver Birch bark . . . complete with an old ivy creeper
Silver Birch bark and age-spotted ivy
Red Dead Nettle and Speedwell
Summer isn’t here till you can stand on five daisies (so goes the old country saying). 28th March . . . BST; post vernal equinox., yet not what any sane person would call summer
No, not someone’s hanging basket gone wrong but Witches Broom. According to my fungi guide book, it’s the work of a parasitic gall-inducing ‘Taphrina’. Seen hanging from a high branch of a silver birch
This Small Tortoiseshell isn’t so much out of reach as exceedingly camera shy. And I notice this one is carrying a bug on its wing.
This beastie of a Bramble Briar caught my eye, all erect and proud (usually brambles are scramblers)
The problem with tiny flowers is it doesn’t take much to set them in motion and blur the shot. This, of Red Currant flowers, was the best of the bunch
If anyone were to accuse me of favouring the Primrose amongst the early flowers, I would have to own up to it.
Forget-me-nots, the first I’ve seen this season.
And the Forget-me-not is another of my favourites