Blue Skies

High pressure over the UK has meant that we’ve enjoyed clear blue skies over the past few days. I say ‘enjoy’ even though the same conditions have kept the temperature low, but at least it has been still, so no wind chill factor.

I should have made the most of it and been out there with my camera, like Yorkshire Pudding who has taken more great photos of the Pennines in winter.

But I haven’t, other than an hour at my usual spot when I want to clear the cobwebs, namely Etherow Country Park which is close to where I live.

That’s where I took the photo above. I seem to have this thing about naked trees and no doubt a psychiatrist would have a field day with this admission.

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

8 comments… Add yours
  • Roger Green 3rd February 2012

    my father loved painting barren trees. make of that what you will.

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  • rhymeswithplague 3rd February 2012

    He didn’t say barren trees. He said naked trees. There’s a huge difference.

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  • Professor Sigmund Pudding 3rd February 2012

    My analysis is that you view each tree like a nubile young woman. This all goes back to an attractive female teacher who embarrassed you when you were a child in primary school. Miss Fifi? Leaf cover is like the clothes she wore to hide her nakedness….. By the way, a great photo.

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  • rhymeswithplague 3rd February 2012

    Miss Fifi had great limbs.

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  • Elizabeth 4th February 2012

    … but her bark was a bit rough.

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  • Elizabeth 5th February 2012

    A bit wooden in her movements; rooted to thespot, I hear. And she expected a new ring every year.

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  • rhymeswithplague 5th February 2012

    How to respond to Elizabeth? I’m stumped.

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  • Elizabeth 6th February 2012

    Oh, Bob, you dear old sap, I’ve just twigged that our friendship is budding and may blossom into something beautiful. We must arrange a branch meeting…but first, I must take my leaf. I’ll give you a trunk call.

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