blogs killed the e-mail star
I see this tree in my rear view mirror every time I drive back from the supermarket. I’ve seen it countless times since the beginning of spring when it was pollarded and when its bare branches started to grow leaves, gradually becoming more beautiful. Then, its allure peaked and it began to turn into just another tree. So, tonight I took a photo of it before it turns ordinary.
It still looks much prettier in the rear view mirror.
I pass these two sights every evening when I walk back home from the station. The tree top is usually the roosting place of two or three pigeons and is also usually bathed in sunset colours. On cold winter nights, the Topps Tiles entrance door is striking by the glowing yellow lines on either side and their reflections on the tarmac.
I tried to capture those, but the conditions were not ideal: too much cloud cover blocking the rays of the setting sun and too much cloud cover messing up the twilight.
Nevertheless, I waited more than 90 minutes to shoot those, so I’m going to post them anyway.
I’ll try the shoots again another time.
