Over the last month I have only been out with the camera  handful of times. The colours of autumn are ebbing away, making a slow but sure descent to the ground, to become more gloop. I've enjoyed the hot oranges, yellows and fiery reds; the colour palette of the landscape has been one thing but isolated pockets of colour have been most of interest to me. Our beautiful tree is all but empty now which although inevitable was sad nevertheless.


How cool is this? Ladybirds all snuggled into this seed head.





Sunlight trying to fight through bare branches.

What we really wanted to find was some mistletoe. It grows in the most curious manner, being parasitic and leaching off a host tree. Like a bush growing in the midst of a tree. No joy sadly, which comes as no surprise to me. Apparently mistletoe is slow to establish and rather picky about it's host. Likely as not I'll have to splash out on a pricey sprig from the florists if I want any in the house. Have you seen mistletoe growing wild?


Catkins appearing here and there.
I love all the colour dabbed into the backdrop of this.
Still some sloes for the birds.

Have you been out lately?
Sophie

Look to the sky, for there lie the answers more often than not.

Sophie

A dark dress in summer is something of a risk but on this particular day the sun was hidden behind clouds for much of the afternoon, occasionally breaking through to beam down light in spooky shafts. I've become rather taken with wearing these yellow flowers in my hair, they are such a lovely cheerful accessory which on this occasion match the yellow in my dress. Another find from the charity shopping trip to Ipswich with Hazel and Kezzie a couple of months back, this Monsoon dress is a simple cut with a pretty neck detail. Worn with biker boots, heart pendent necklace and lots of bangles.

This landscape is how I see the Brecks in my mind; a flat outlook with wild grasses and flowers with pine trees swaying in the summer breeze. At this time of year it looks distinctly dry as the sandy soil drains easily, leaving a dusty surface. You can almost hear the insects buzzing in the undergrowth, and the birds calling out. This fabulous arc of wild flowers is such a joy to behold, irresistible for me to miss, I'm so drawn to the fleeting details before they vanish for the season.

Sophie