Our memories seem to be very selective, some details or facts can be half read/noticed and blow me they seem to be remembered; others can be pored over and despite a conscious effort to commit them to memory they simply refuse to become lodged. I have a hopeless memory for wild flowers, no matter how often I am made aware of their names I seem to be unable to retain the information.
The other learning point was that it is much more difficult than it looks to take a good picture of a flower. Simple “point and press” techniques are hopelessly inadequate. To capture the true colours, the context ie scale and also the texture of the plants is quite an art. Hats off to those that do it well.
Here is a selection of the wild flowers that I stumbled on and photographed very badly during a walkaround the wood earlier this week and a deal of time spent looking them up in the wild flower book.
Herb-Robert
Germander Speedwell
Wood Avens
Red Dead-Nettle
There are masses of others that I walked straight past unaware of their presence. I will make a better attempt at capturing their beauty and mysterious names another time.
More next time…………………
Tim Burr 