A stand of last years’ teasel awaits the day.
Awaits
A stand of last years’ teasel awaits the day.
Tag: teasel
Teasel heads, late afternoon
Teasel
Teasel heads call to me. Though I know they are a ‘weed’ I like how the stalks are so straight and how the seed heads are so fuzzy. They are a favourite subject.
Ghostly suggestion
The ghostly suggestion of a building – or is it a trick of the imagination? – lurks behind a stand of teasel.
Greeting the day
A stand of teasel greets a lovely, lovely dawn. A wonderful scene to set the tone for a good day.
Teasel in the snow
It does not, cannot, whine and whinge and moan about never-ending winter, where is spring? It waits. Spring will come. It will arrive when it arrives. Accept what is.
A lesson to embrace.
Stark
Snow and teasel. Black and white.
Greetings
A stand of teasel greets a glorious dawn. I’m very glad to have made time to stop, drink in this marvellous scene, and to share it with you.
Graced
A night of clear sky and no wind created perfect conditions for a morning frost. This teasel seed head was artfully graced with a light cloak of white.
Hoarfrost
Many things wore a coat of hoarfrost yesterday morning. This teasel head was one of the many touched by delicate beauty.
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