Nature’s Imagination or is that My Imagination?

I’ve been collecting the images in this post for some time now. I’m often amazed at some of the forms nature takes, all by itself. I’m sure it has no idea what happens when humans look at it and see something I’m sure it never intended. But I find them entertaining, interesting and different, as you could not invent these forms. Some are only apparent in certain light. I’ll tell you what I can see. It might just be me. But if you can see it too please let me know, so I know I’m not just a batty old nature lover with an over-active imagination!

The image above is a lump of rotting wood I dragged home to place in my garden. Looking out of the window I saw a wolf. Do you?

This one we call ‘sex on a stick’. Can you see why? It’s a log I took from a pile my friend had bought for her wood burning stove in Scotland. Once the bark was removed it became an ornament that many have asked about. They wanted to buy one!

Here’s another shot from another angle of the same log.

This last one is in woodland close to where I live. The rock it’s growing against is pre-Cambrian, some of the oldest rock here in the UK. but look at the tree. I see a female form, arms above her head, posing beautifully. Do you, or am I crackers?

When I find these things I can’t help but photograph them, although they’re never going to end up on my website as saleable images, in my private collection they do create interest among friends.

Heligan Photos, Heligan Thoughts

Mud Man. Made of mud, haircut by crocosmia

I spents some time at Heligan, too on my travels in Devon and Cornwall. It was my second most important reason for going there. I’ve watched the TV programmes showing it’s restoration and developement, but I could not have ever appreciated it from my sofa. So my partner joined me and we camped at a motor home site just next door. We didn’t have to drive, but walk to the entrance. And it was well worth it. Want to see some more photos? Here they are.

Another of the fab sculptures. Too tired by this one to have got its name.

Heligan was home to the Tremayne family once, it fell into decay and has been restored in recent years, and we found out a little about a bygone (or not?) era when gardeners had to sleep in little more than a stone shed with an open side to look after the extremely precious pineapple crop, grow a fruit from one of the great plant hunting expeditions just to stuff the pheasant for their table with and the Tremaynes had their men destroy wild handkerchief trees in their native habitat just so the one they had would remain exclusive.

But today, this estate is run by organic methods, and the gardens are home to some rare treasures, even today, on our shores thanks to its mini climate. Just look at this next shot.

Heligan Gardens. Cycads, palms, a mini paradise

Some of the plants are fascinating just to look at. As you can imagine, I was very busy with my camera.  I Had a sore shoulder by the end of the day from holding it!

Just one of the many fascinating exotic plants I saw at Heligan

The Italian Garden at Heligan

If you want to find out more abaout this amazing place, their website is http://www.heligan.com. It’s a good guide to what’s on offer and may entice you down there next year….

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