Spring on the bed

I’m not going out because of this wretched flu, but J is, and he’s on an ID mission. In the midday emptiness of the park, he dares to pluck samples from trees. He comes home and settles down to the hunt for names. As he names each treasure he lays it on the bed for me to photograph. The photos aren’t brilliant but they record an attempt to document the progress of  extraordinary spring. Please feel free, indeed very welcome, to correct any ignorances and mistakes.

I’ve tried a few tactics – snapping against the bed cover, holding in a none-too-steady hand, photographing against J’s  ID written on graph paper (which is the ubiquitous format for Polish notebooks), and labelling in Lipix. 

Here is my best effort, very mixed quality, and of course the day after the photo-shoot I stumble across an article on indoor photography!

  
   
 
   
    
  
   
   
   

 

   
At the end of the bed-session, we put our samples in a vase. The next morning we can already see changes.
  
   

  
  

If you want an ode to tree-spring, try chanting this:

Alder, hornbeam, hazel, buckthorn, 

cornel, linden, larch,

walnut, weeping willow

sycamore.

box elder, red maple, 

golden ash, black poplar, 

maple, hawthorn,

lilac, rowan, 

and, king of all, 

horse chestnut.