Friday, April 22, 2011
going, fleeting, twittering
Before they give way to greater things a mass of lesser celandine.
The lime tree opposite our house is shedding fine tufted seeds which drift in the warm breeze. Because of their lightness they seem animated, moving like tiny insects. One lands on a page of the magazine which I am reading. It casts the most delicate of shadows, but just for a moment before it flies off. I would like to have photographed it, and, camera on the ready this time, I wait for another to arrive. But no such luck. I even try to catch one and to settle it on a sheet of white paper But it proves impossible. It it is off again the moment I release it. For half an hour I wait without success hoping that another will land for long enough to photograph. But if one does come near, it is off immediately. Nature photographers need, above all, patience which I have not got. Not this morning at least.
As I walk down Mount Sion this afternoon, the hedges on either side of road are alive with sparrows. You can hear them but not always see them. Meanwhile they say that all the sparrows, once so common in London, have left town.