Butser Hill on a wet and windy Saturday morning. In the mist the trees take on a supernatural quality. Their skeletal frames stand as sentinels in a shrouded landscape. Familiar shapes transformed into half-seen and half-imagined entities from another world…
[All images © John Callaway 2023]
Ideas & images from Portsmouth and beyond 
October 21st, 2023 at 17:41
Lovely, great shots . . . .” Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrows”
October 22nd, 2023 at 23:46
Beautiful and desolate images, reminds me of these lyrics:
‘The back wings flying high above the skeleton trees
Disappear into the white
So let the weary land be rested and the killing season over
Let the shadows stretch forever in the light of burnished silver’.
October 25th, 2023 at 06:16
Apposite in these troubled times. But then you can usually rely on NMA to reflect the world we live in….