Cold but sunny – Richmond Park at New Year

I’d been at the Royal Academy looking at the Anish Kapoor exhibition – which left me on the whole ambivalent and slightly deflated, and with offended housewife syndrome to boot! I want to add that there were also two or three joyous pieces. But I did unreservedly enjoy the sculpture in the front courtyard and imagine that many people cloned their own reflection in one of the balls, getting the same result as me…

Silver balls - spot the photographer...

Silver balls – spot the photographer…

With the exception of one or two days plus some snow, the outside world was grey. We ventured out to Richmond Park one afternoon and were rewarded with a rare dose of sunshine and blue skies.

Winter blue sky

Winter blue sky

Walking along the wide ride which leads up to the Royal Ballet School, I came upon this rose, tucked into the branches of a tree. I wondered whether it signified a sad or happy memory or whether it was just done to boost the joys of warm colours, which we have been missing.

A rose without a thorn...

A rose without a thorn…

Somehow, the sun and the colour of the sky heightened the colours in the woods too.

Here be monsters ...

Here be monsters …

Monster number two ...

Monster number two …

On the homeward trail I came upon this ancient tree stump, covered in hoar frost and wondered whether any small animal had burrowed its way inside for shelter, as the middle seemed to be stuffed with dry bracken leaves.

Hollow tree stump

Hollow tree stump

As the shadows lengthened, we made our way back home, feeling revitalised after so many long, dreary days under a grey blanket.

Remains of a sunny day - homeward bound ...

Remains of a sunny day – homeward bound …

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